![]() ![]() ![]() The pit crew is assisting me into my race man's Ind圜ar, and I'm sitting shotgun to the God of the racing world. I keep telling myself - this is beyond real. I can't breathe! Well, I can - but not in any normal way. He revs the Indy Car's motor - beckoning me closer to the car. Come on! This is - seriously!)Īndretti's wasting no time. The sound of Andretti's engine disarms me. Guy helps put on the black fire-retardant gloves before telling me it's all for my protection, in case I burn up. But, oh no - here comes a cream-colored ski-mask. You'd think that'd be enough for this one lap ride. Guy shows me a few helmets - we decide on the one with the snuggest fit. He has a soothing voice - his calm words are a delivered gently, offering a perfect distraction from all the noise bouncing around the extreme track. He's in the car - oh my - he's revving the engine!īefore I know it, Guy - Andretti's lead mechanic is indulging me. The vroom of the car's engine is electric. In the distance, I hear my race-man! I peer out of the trailer. Some really soft black leather high-tops find their way to my feet. Donning a crested black-canvas fire resistant get-up - my 5'2 figure feels, well, flattered. I secretly wonder if he does this for all the girls. Wow - double wow! He's got tons of different suits. ![]() I'm suddenly inside Mario Andretti's trailer. ![]() Why read the fine print when your life is about to get that much faster? This man and his Italian charm! How can I say no to possible death when Mario Andretti is behind the wheel? ![]()
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