Finally, Jay and I were out on the track on our own in our R32. (In fact, I asked Jay to wait until the last lap to take photos so what we could both concentrate on our tasks: me driving and him looking back to warn me of cars coming up to pass us.)
"This is it. I'm on the Nordschleife. There are no exits, no places to pull over. I just need to get through 21 kilometers without crashing. Let's go!"
As soon as I got through the staging area and floored the accelerator, I was in the zone. I had spent many hours (too many, perhaps) lapping this track in Gran Turismo on my PlayStation. Coming up on this first corner, I knew exactly where I was on the track, where the racing line was, and what was coming next.