I really thought the high banks would be the most terrifying part of the Daytona road course, but I was wrong. It's easy to stick the throttle to the floor, stare out the side glass, and wait for the corner to wind itself out. It's harder to come down from 110 mph and make the next chicane on old, all-season tires.

What happens when you take a 1990 Mazda Miata with 330,000 miles on it to go play with the big boys at the United Sports Car Association? Hilarity, calamity, and a long trip to Pep Boys. Check it.