I will try to paint a picture with words for you. Then leave you with no words and just a lot of pictures to try and describe my week at Le Mans. It’s 7:02 pm on Thursday afternoon, June 13. I have been holding onto my good friend and ace snapper, Camden Thasher’s waist for the last 20 minutes as we trundle out into the French countryside on a scooter. With a track this massive, that uses mostly public roads, you have to drive miles out of the way, to get to where you want. W

There is a first for everything. The 53rd Rolex 24 at Daytona was my first. My first time to the famed banked oval by the beach. My first 24 hour race. It was everything I thought it would be, and much more. More fun. More exciting. Definitely more exhausting. The thing I’ll remember most about my first 24 is the complete silence that surrounds the track after the race is over. For over 24 hours, there have been engines roaring, relentlessly pounding your eardrums and spine.

Sebring is an icon in American motorsport. The great races we all love so dearly have one thing in common: heritage. You can feel Sebring’s heritage just walking up next to the race track on Sunday morning. Those old cracks and rubber filled concrete slabs along the front straightaway have seen many a race car run by. It’s really something special. And the greatest teams in the history of sports car racing have always brought their best cars and drivers decade after decade to