CountersteerYour true stories of good and bad things that happen in cars.Motorsport is a lot of things for everybody. It can be your whole damn life, your favorite pastime, your number one passion. It can be a thing you partake in every now and again when you hear the racing is going to be particularly good. But there’s a damn good chance you’ve connected with someone over it.
I grew up just on the fringes of the “don’t reveal any personal information on the interwebs” era. It was a worry in my mind, but with Skype, various forms of social media, and all-night conversations with the kind folks I’d meet on blogging websites, it felt like I could reasonably trust the folks I was chatting with.
And it proved to be one of the coolest things to happen to me. As I graduated high school and went out into the Big Bad Real World, I’d already made a ton of friends through racing—a subset of gals I knew I could count on, who had been there for me during some tough times as well as through the races themselves. They were the first people I turned to when I had the grand idea to spend my graduation money on a grand tour of Europe—Formula One style. I traveled across a whole damn ocean to meet up with three folks I’d never met before, and I had the time of my life.
Now, almost five years on, those gals are still my frequent race car pals. Some combination of the four of us have pretty much gone to every single race together—something entirely wild to consider when I think back to a lonely 17-year-old Elizabeth looking for someone to bitch about Red Bull Racing to. And hell, I’m set to marry one of the biggest race fans I know.
I know that some of y’all will also have some great stories for me. Friends you’ve made, careers you’ve earned, places you’ve traveled—things you wouldn’t have done if it hadn’t been for the race cars you spend your weekends watching.
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