On the day’s final session I’m rifling a 458 down the front straight, the scream of the V-8 engine blossoming behind me. I’m right on the tail of the instructor as we zing up the steep hill. The speedometer touches 150 miles per hour and then I transition to brakes, hard, and the blurring landscape slows. The 458 is beautifully balanced, a fine-tuned instrument on the circuit’s nuanced corners. I don’t think this would ever get old.

That evening, participants and instructors alike share barbecue and swap car stories. Titans of industry listen, rapt, to tales of wild races. There’s a discussion what it would feel like to pilot an actual Formula One car at the track. Speeds in the street cars are incredible as it is.

“Tomorrow will be even better,” says one instructor. “You’ll go faster, feel more confident, and understand the cars even more thoroughly.”

He’s right, of course. Tomorrow will be a good day indeed.

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