They finally let me on the track with my instructor riding shotgun. As we picked up speed down the first straight he yelled above the sound of the engine, “What brakes do you have?” - “Drums,” I yelled back, “Original!”. The first corner was terrifying, the instructor was bracing himself against the dash and the car groaned and it felt like the wheels were going to fall off. But we made it somehow and the instructor and I both laughed and I did a few more laps.
Photo by Ian Gulinao