It was now time for the M5 ride along hot lap with the instructor.
I was in the first group to go out.
Three at a time, we excitingly climbed in the car and strapped ourselves in tight.
She sedately drove us from the pit area onto the performance track. Once we hit the track, I was flung back into my seat as she accelerated toward the first corner.
The car went sideways into a controlled drift as the tires squealed on the turn.
The three of us burst into childish laughter as the computer sensor politely warned of excessive handling.
Moving from the dry track to the wet track, the tires temporarily stopped their screams of protest. Gracefully, we slid around the giant circular doughnut in the middle of the track.
It felt like the eye of a storm. Everything went peaceful, quiet even, as if we were moving in slow motion.
Suddenly, she jerked us out of our daze as we glided back on to the dry surface with a screech.
Everyone gripped their seats tightly as she barreled down the straightaway toward the pit.
Swiftly, she hit the brakes as we exited the track.
Adrenaline pumping, the three of us had an extreme case of the giggles.
It was at this point I realized the limiting factor with these cars is the driver’s ability. This experience was a lot of fun and gave me a true appreciation for the driving skills of the instructors.