We lit them off and rolled at dawn. Well, actually it wasn’t really dawn anymore, because we had to hit the car wash. Can’t have you guys looking at dirty exotics, right? So 10 o’clock then. Wait a minute, where’s the Corvette? At the airport? Okay, make that 10:30.
Naturally, there was confusion about the route. But by noon we were all well clear of the visible atmosphere of Los Angeles, standing at a country crossroads talking cars, etc. Well, actually three of us were standing at a country crossroads talking cars, etc. This trio consisted of the drivers, of the Maserati Merak, Ferrari Mondial, and Porsche 928. But we knew the other two guys would be along any minute, right? Sure.
And they were. The yellow Corvette popped out…