When I left my previous job at AEMO after 11 years, a group of my closest friends and coworkers gathered around and presented me with a very unexpected and awesome gift. Although I have been enjoying my other gift from the wider company (lots of Kindle credit!) on a daily basis on the train, this was definitely something else entirely.
I hadn’t intended to take quite this long to get around to it, but it turns out this is a pretty popular Red Balloon gift, so June was as early as was available at the start of the year, and I decided to make it land near my birthday on the 26th.
I must admit. When I put a Ferrari on my list-of-100-things, I was just expecting that maybe someday I’d have a chance to drive one on the road.
Driving one on a race track is better.
I have no practice at driving really fast, and I shamefully admit I didn’t quite nudge it past 200 on the straight, but I had an awful lot of fun trying to get there. I didn’t notice the adrenaline as I was going, but when I got out of the car I had an immediate urge to look for a drink because my mouth had dried out completely.
I have to clarify; 200 sounds like a lot, but in more qualified hands the car I was driving tops out over 300. Still. It’s faster than I’ve ever gone in a car myself.
First of all, you sit incredibly close to the road. It’s less than 1/2 Rav4 high. Secondly, the brakes are incredibly effective; anything more than the lightest touch and you stand still instantly. That’s a hard thing to get used to. I think the twitchy controls are what most held me back from pushing it faster. That, and the knowledge I was driving the cost of a modest flat around.
Through it all the instructor was amazing. Encouraging, calm and composed. Like a personal sat-nav pointing out the spots I should try to hit in the corner, and when to push it faster and when to ease it off. I got better on later laps.
The track I was driving wasn’t quite as expected either. See Eastern Creek geographical map style; that is what I was led to expect. Then, see Eastern Creek satellite view with the extra twisty bits on the right; that’s what I actually got to drive. Those tight corners are… intimidating.
I’m not quite done yet with my catch-up birthday, but the experience of the morning almost led me to buying a console with racing games straight out of the gate.
This afternoon I have a massage booked, and then dinner with some friends and family at Criniti’s for an Italian close to the day as well. What could possibly go wrong?