In a glorious turn of events, I'm mistaken for a real race car driver in a $10 million car
The time comes to return this blue and orange time capsule back to its rightful spot at Laguna Seca, so I make my way through the gawking traffic, ignoring countless cameras as I drive. I open the door (the GT40's Lexan window doesn't exactly roll down) and ask the person at the track's entrance which way I need to go. They point me forward. I ask the next two people the same question, and get the same response. I've got to be getting close. The next person I see is stopping every car that comes near and turning them away, but I merely get waved through without a word spoken. Obviously he knows I'm just returning the car... right?
Suddenly I realize, with heart-stopping alarm, that I'm not anywhere near the Superformance display... I'm in the paddock at the Monterey Historics, where priceless vintage cars actually do get driven out on the racetrack. I'm surrounded by race cars that are the real deal, worth more than the sum of every organ I could possibly sell, that once were driven by the McLarens, Gurneys, and Shelbys of the world.
A yellow Can-Am car is alongside me -- the driver has his suit and helmet on, and he's on his way out to the track for a qualifying session. Holy shit. All of these supposed experts and enthusiasts think this is an original GT40.
I readily admit I'm a little nervous now. Even amongst all the sights and sounds at one of the world's most incredible events, this is a new level of insanity. I'm not supposed to be here, but apparently I'm the only one who knows that. I see an area without cars or people where I can regroup, and by the time I stop the car and have my phone out to look at a map, I'm completely surrounded by people taking photos, filming, watching me, and talking about the car. If anyone realized it's not original, they didn't say a word.
Starting the GT40 up again attracts even more attention, and I'm suddenly hyper-aware of just how hard this beast is to drive. The only thought running through my brain is don't kill it. Don't fucking kill it. Everyone is staring at you, so whatever you do don't kill it. I manage to smoothly drive off, looking like I own the place. I silently thank the car gods once more.
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