Shoved fully forward into my seatbelt under hard braking, I watch four-time Pikes Peak International Hillclimb winner Robin Shute disappear over the crest of Laguna Seca’s infamous Corkscrew. I crank left, find the little broccoli tree that most racers use as a reference point, feel my weight entirely unload before the tires catch, and then almost immediately start to slip again. A bit of countersteer and a hint of intrepid throttle application later, and I hold onto a sliver
