They put my name on it. S-A-M and S-M-I-T-H on the side windows, next to a small American flag. When the pictures hit my email, a few months before the race, they triggered a sort of coming to grips. An internal conversation began looping in my head:
"They're actually going to let me run it at Monterey."
"Oh God, WHAT IF I F*** IT UP?"
"Why on earth would you do that?"
"The car's sideways a lot. People make mistakes. There are spectators."
"Stop being silly. You don't have a history of breaking things. It only makes 220 hp. You'll be fine."
"LOOK—IT'S DONE IN ALPINA COLORS. WOO! HOW COOL IS THAT?"
"So it's settled."
"Oh my God, WHAT IF I F*** IT UP?"
Months later, sitting on the grid at Laguna Seca, those words still echoed through my head. Never let anyone tell you that emotional connections to cars don't matter.
There are vintage races every month of the year, but few draw such top-class iron as the Rolex Monterey Motorsports Reunion.
Photos by Chris Cantle / From the May 2015 issue of Road & Track