>>724765703

>weight transfer/trail braking

I distinctly remember thinking. Oh shit. I don't have enough brakes to stop. If I jam too hard my brakes will fade, and I can't steer and I go straight off the cliff, like some of the tire tracks visible on the mountain clearly did. Where the fuck do I spend my brake power?

I hit the brakes hard on the straight going into key turns, and release it steadily while turning. to shift weight to my front wheels so I could turn harder. Not exactly textbook trail braking, but close enough for a multiple hairpin section.

I am sure there's a license test about that. I think A2 or IA3, where you have to time your brakes going in or you just ridiculously fly off the track. Thinking further, the one license test in my mind I was feeling the most was the GT3 one I never got gold on, full lap in a red skyline. I think B final?

And at the bottom of the hill I distinctly remember the smell and maybe smoke from hot brakes and tires, and I could hear my pulse in my ears. The hot night full of crickets, and the moon. And I was so stressed I was halucinating, hearing this:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_BDasfJ9dk8

I also remember on the way down seeing a "runaway truck stop ramp" and thinking "i'm not a truck, I can't use that", and then thinking "i'm a complete fucking dumbass" after I had stopped.

I remember my parents being very anti video game. I'm not a car person. I'm not a great player. I still play racing games, and I'm bottom 10 percent in skill anytime I've been on an online leaderboard and am frequently the very last person there. And I'm very happy with that.


I also still fuck up the laguna seca corkscrew at least 1 time out of 10