All-access passes to anything cool usually don’t happen to me, BUT, since my brother is extra fabulous AND the Technical Inspector for IMSA -International Motor Sports Association, we spent Saturday at Petit Le Mans, which included the following:
First lap goodness…so loud it makes your sternum vibrate – yay!
A kick-ass pit stop…
Patrick Dempsey (obligatory):
These dudes getting it done at Porsche…
Mr. Konrad (gajillionaire) talking about important racing stuff – only including this because I was wealthy-adjacent for a minute.
Another pit stop because it’s the coolest shit EVER:
These three guys, because anyone who can work on top of each other under pressure deserves to be recognized.
Mr. Fire Extinguisher, because safety…
Redneck Eggrolls. No one needs to explain pulled pork, smothered in cole slaw, cheese and then deep-fried.
Night racing…even more exciting because their brakes glow in the dark…
And they have cool LED lights on them….
Giant monitors of terror that track everything…
Winners circle and dudes burning tires…
After-race inspections…
And my brother in front of his big-ass IMSA truck…
For some guys it’s just another day at the office…
I thought it was the hottest shit I’ve seen in a long time.
Fireworks never look or sound as amazing as they do when they have 9,475,294 horse power behind them…













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