Oh no, I'm not blaming that on the track at all. Just a combination of trying to get down the hill without lifting and a outer tierod failure. Simultaneously. However, this did teach me A Important Racing Lesson, to wit: if you're going to do something Truly Stoopid, do it directly in front of your wife. It simplifies the explanation process that way. There's no "Honey, about the racecar..." telephone call.

But since I've never been a fan of LRP it makes it easier to avoid the place. Convenient excuses and all that.

And yes, GTF, the hair fits.