LAHLOUH: Fear and Loathing in Sebring
Photo: Fabian Lagunas/SRO I came into Sebring riding the emotional high of our podium at COTA feeling optimistic, motivated, and dangerously close to developing self-esteem. Sebring saw that and kicked my door down. For anyone unfamiliar, Sebring is what happens when someone turns an old airfield into a motorsport-themed chiropractic experiment. The surface is held together by history, vibes, and probably unresolved legal disputes. Driving it is like being trapped in a steam oven inside a concrete mixer strapped to a rocket. The bumps are punishing, the heat feels medically concerning, and by the end of a stint you’re basically a sentient electrolyte packet. And I love it. Three years ago, I came here as a fan carrying a backpack, sunscreen, and zero understanding of what GT3 racing entailed. This year I was wrestling a Porsche 911 GT3 R around Sunset Bend with 21 other high-functioning sociopaths. Life comes at you fast. Photo: Colin McCarty From “We Have Pace” to “Oh No, Ex...