Racing at Sebring
It is 6 AM but, the hotel lobby is crammed with guests. Each outfitted in the uniform of companies that support the American automobile racing industry. The Michelin tire representatives are having an animated discussion about the quality of rubber and how that material used in their tire is superior to other brands. Motor engine mechanics are buzzing about the adjustments that need to be made to their team members racing machine. This is Sebring Florida home of the well-known Sebring race track the little town is not far from the Florida Trail. Well actually it’s about 14 miles from the trail start but nonetheless to ensure that I had a good night sleep I made my way to Sebring to find a warm bed and am ready now to head out the door to continue trigging in the mud along the trail.
In the parking lot late model Porsche automobiles are already revving up. I speak to some of their owners. They are actually average Joe’s. Businessmen a few blue-collar folks and others who have come to race their road machines on the famous Sebring track. As the sun slowly rises they roar off onto the highway seeking a weekend thrill that I’m sure all of them have worked hard to earn. I wonder briefly why I never got into automobiles. Certainly I have been blessed with the financial resources to afford any type of car that my little heart desired but that type of mechanical recognition tool never turned me on. So, barring some kind of injury, I suppose I am destined to wobble on, likely alone, on the roads, and now the trails, that help define the remotest areas of our planet.