A Day at the Spa

by Scott McGillivray
Enduring the whine of a rotary for 24 hours ain't exactly clay and cucumber slices, especially when doing battle against superiorly displaced competition around an unforgiving 4.3 miles of Belgian asphalt. But who gets into racing because it's comfortable. You do it because when you're flying up Eau Rouge, you can't even feel the knot in your back.