"How many times do I have to tell you? Take your foot off the gas!" It's 9:30 a.m. on the first day of racing school, and my instructor and co-pilot, Paul Mazzacane, looks as if he's about to blow a fuse. We're on a skid pad, a circular track slicked down with water, and I'm speeding around it so fast that the rear tires lose traction and the car goes into a fishtail. For most folks, this would be the time to let go of the wheel and pray (which is my instinct), but the idea here is to practice the...
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