The stars are aligning for me to be present for the ‘Group Roast’ at Road Atlanta. What sickness compels us to voluntarily spend money for the opportunity to bake and broil on black asphalt in the pits in stifling 95 degree Georgia heat? What would compel one to take a nice race car with good tires and subject them to RA’s 120 degree asphalt? (These are rhetorical questions for this audience.)
So, for me: it’s close to home, the calendar works, I have family clearance, and the car is in decent running order.
I’ll be there.