

We still haven't figured out what this one was....
The stig is Italian?
Sterling loved it, of course.

And the parking lot wasn't bad either.

Eventually we figured out that there was a ride service; all you had to do was sign away all liability for your life, pay a moderate fee, and a professional driver would take you around the track. Can you guess what happened next?

Fee paid, papers signed, Sterling awaits his turn after a very lovely Italian young lady fits him in a crash helmit.
E & J question their sanity as Sterling, happy as a clam, buckles in.
And he is off...lap one....
When Sterling returns, he is a happy boy. Parents are relieved. Time to go. Really, time to go.
























The Hall of Crystal and Mirrors











