You won’t often find me down at Turn 1 right at the start of the first session, not for a race meeting nor a test. And certainly not when it kicks off at 08:45 in the morning and after I’d crawled off a transatlantic fight the previous afternoon. But early on Saturday morning I couldn’t think of anywhere else in the world I would have rather been than the first corner at the Sebring International Raceway.
I stood there with the sun on my face and a knot in my stomach. I had the same feeling somewhere deep down inside of me as I do at the start of a motor race. It’s always the same, whether I’m reporting on a sportscar event somewhere in the world, listening to a grand prix on the radio or perched on the bank at Paddock Hill Bend at Brands Hatch for a winter clubbie.
