
Two hours into my endurance race stint, my foot was on fire, literally. By the time I stepped out of the Total-D Miata, I had a second-degree burn. Welcome to the world of Miata hot foot.
There’s something surreal about racing against your past self, especially when the ghost you’re chasing isn’t just a lap time, but a version of you that was younger, rougher around the edges, and driving a car that still had something to give. That’s exactly where I found myself at NOLA Motorsports...