As I pulled up behind a silver Porsche Cayman at the end of pit lane, "Can you hear me?" blasted into my ear from a com that moments before I had squeezed between my cheek and the helmet I was wearing. Judging by the flinch I made and the expression on my face, he didn't have to ask me again.
"Is it too loud?"
"Yeah, I'll just move it away from my ear a little."
"That'll work!", said my instructor as he tightened the strap on his...
