Bruce Feller's blog

I'm driving down the front straight at Spokane Race Way; it is a qualifying session for  Group 1, Pro3 cars, and other classes as well. It is a very hot day in the high 90's, probably 120 degrees on the blacktop. I remember sitting in the Hot Pits (no pun intended) while waiting for our turn to go out on the track, and I was pulling hard on my shoulder straps to get them as tight as I possibly could. This is a rough track, many uneven surfaces, and the speeds are high down the front straight. We (the Pro3 cars) are doing about 130 mph at the end of the straight, and then braking hard down to about 60 mph into a tight turn that banks left. This is turn 2.

Driving a race car is as thrilling as you might imagine. Just sitting in one you begin to wonder what this would feel like at speed. It's not very comfortable. You look around at gauges, fire protection gear, roll cage, weird seats, window screen, center net that holds you in if you get a violent side impact, six point seat belts that have enough tightening strength to flatten you into your seat like a pancake. And then you start the engine. The sound is terrific.