Fun with NISMO’d Nissans
NISMO cruises the searing Streets of Willow
Then reality kicked in: Rosamond is out in the middle of the desert, well north and east of the Los Angeles area. It seemed my “reward” was being sacrificed to the terrestrial frying pan, where temperatures in the shade routinely creep over 100 degrees. Evidently, this was punishment, not praise. None of that mattered when rolling up to the track, though. Heat stroke might be inevitable, but this was going be way better than a day spent in a dour gray cubicle under a dour gray sky.