Next up, Laguna Seca, a circuit whose stomach-churning changes of elevation and famous cork-screw corner make it one of the world’s best. The paddock for the Monterey Motorsports Reunion is packed to the gunwhales with stuff I never thought I’d see, and stuff I didn’t know existed, along with the Porsche 917s, GTOs, and Trans Ams no sentient human being could ever get bored of looking at. Not to mention two McLaren P1s, a McLaren F1 and a LaFerrari parked up almost casually.
But it was another McLaren, a Seventies M8F Can Am nutjob, that I couldn’t tear myself away from, not least because it had a 9.3-litre, 860bhp V8. Detuned. Apparently it had 1180bhp back in the day, and would simply peel its tyres off. “It was 95 per cent dangerous before. Now it’s about 93 per cent dangerous,” the guy working on the M8 told me.
As for the racing, well let’s just say that this is one area where the Goodwood Revival and its ilk kicks the US into the middle of next week. For some reason the race organisers here don’t appear to actually like racing very much at all, preferring instead a slightly hopped-up demo drive. In fact, of the hundreds of motorsport events I’ve been to over the years, I’ve never once seen anyone get black-flagged (apart from me at a charity karting event).
But they whipped it out here, for the lead Ferrari 250GT SWB and the car in second place, both of whom seemed to be guilty of nothing more than… racing each other. WTF?