2025: Celebrating 12 Years of Engines and Thrills at the Racetrack

Sometimes I catch myself thinking: why on earth didn’t I document things properly back then? Today, all I have left are memories and a handful of questionable-quality photos. Speaking of memories, my first track day was back in 2012, driving none other than a 1965 Buick Wildcat. Yes, it’s exactly that car in this low-resolution photo. An amazing car, but one that left its marks... or rather, cracks.

Yes, on that epic day, the Buick ended up with two cracks on the windshield due to the body flexing. And guess what? Those cracks are still there today, like battle scars. My lap time? A staggering 2’10” — but who cares? The glory was mine, and mine alone.

Since then, I’ve lost track of how many cars I’ve thrown onto the racetrack asphalt. From Stock Light V8s to a Cadillac Eldorado, and including a Mustang Bullitt, Mustang Mach 1, Del Rey, Honda Civic SI, Chevrolet Monza, Sandero RS, Mitsubishi Lancer, race-tuned Corsa, and even a Peugeot 2008. It doesn’t matter the car — if it has four wheels and an engine, I’ll race it. Each one with its own personality, quirks, and unique temperament. But they all share one thing in common: they made me smile like a kid with a new pack of trading cards.

Now, 2025 brings a small setback: our racetrack is going into renovations. This means we’ll only be burning rubber here again by the end of the year. Or... I might venture to another track, in another city. Which, let’s face it, would be a great excuse for new stories.

Let’s see what the future holds. But one thing is certain: as long as there are tracks and courage, I’ll be there.

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