The First Time, You Never Drift
The first time you drive a car, especially if a powerful one or simply different from what you are used to drive every day, you should certainly not let your “racing talent” to take over. Just this morning, traveling back to my temporary home here in LA, I witnessed an heartbreaking scene: a young boy, definitely fresh licensed, was watching with tears in his eyes, the tow truck that was pulling away his Porsche by a moat. The car, a brand-new 991, was completely trashed away (…). Seeing him in that state of uneasiness, made me immediately think that probably it was not the classic rich kid who could immediately call his daddy asking for another Porsche, and I was reminded of my first experience with a serious sports car. I also had my driver’s license from a very short time, and my friend had “borrowed” from the garage of his father, his 993 Turbo. Taking advantage of his absence, he convinced me for a ride with this air-cooled angry 911. He, who did not even have a driver’s license, had only had the task to bring it out of the driveway: the fun was reserved for me. Four-wheel drive is not always able to correct our mistakes and when technology was deeply different from now, making us all fantastic ace drivers, cars had to be driven with hands and feet and not with video game-like devices. It looked easy, however, for a boy accustomed to the classic hatchback (I owned a VW Polo); then entering the motorway, the desire to accelerate and cold tires, an excessive push on the throttle and here we turned 360°. Fortunately, we did not touched the barriers and the oncoming truck merely honk instead of investing us.
An unwanted tail game, the first of your life, will never be the one you really wanted. Prudence out there.
Christian Parodi