The searing Texas heat gave me sunburns as I waited for track officials to greenlight my lap in the Toyota Supra. The temples of my glasses squeezed between my face and a snug helmet as I sat low to the ground in its sport bucket seats. The long hood was barely visible over the top of the steering, and the curvaceous fender flares looked prominent in the sideview mirrors.
I asked a Toyota rep how many laps I was allowed. "As many laps as you want," he said. Music to my ears. I then lapped Eagles Canyon 12 straight times, where the Supra felt in its natural habitat. It accelerated violently, remained composed in corners, and made even an amateur like yours truly feel like a pro.
