About the Cars

1985 Porsche 911 Carrera, Bianca De Weiss

Here is the star of the show! She is Bianca DeWeiss, a 1985 Porsche 911 Carrera. And, she is the reason I began track driving.  In June 2015, I nearly lost her at a rainy track driving event. Since then, Bianca is saved for date nights with my sweet hubby.  Now, my track car is a fully race prepped momentum machine: a 1990 Mazda Miata built for NASA Spec Miata Class racing. Her name is Moxie, and I am still learning to drive her.


The brilliant Bianca has a 5 speed manual transmission, aircooled, “bullet-proof” 3.2 liter flat 6 cylinder rear engine. She looks like Audrey Hepburn, and moves like Beyonce Knowles. Rear engine, rear wheel drive. How many ways can you say booty? And she is indeed a treasure to me. Stock, with street tires, she has given me 2:35 lap times at VIR. (Yes, all those hairy sweaty truly fast drivers out there are getting lap times at 2:15, but they have noisier and more powerful cars. I’m hoping that they can’t fold laundry like I can…so can still feel like a hot shot!)  And: I am a person who drives like a mom…because….Duh!

March 2014 at Virginia International Raceway. My first High Performance Driving Event.

I love her growl, I love her pickiness– and in case you’re wondering, YES she does have the 915 transmission and NO I won’t be installing a G 50 thankyouverymuch. If my attention to the left foot wanders, she lets out a yowl.

Bianca has got style, and grace. She can go from carpool drives to gatorade runs, she can dress up in heels and a little black dress and hit the town, and — best of all — she can show her true serious bad-assness when the situation calls for it. On track. Did I mention: I love my car?

Driving Bianca is like bareback horse riding: she feels raw, primal, and deliriously intoxicatingly intense. The absence of power steering, the lack of traction control, pre-invention of anti-lock brakes, and the heady scent of leather and fuel combine to produce a full assault to my senses. I feel like she was made for me, and when I drive her she is an extension of my body and mind.  Suffice it to say: it is a visceral experience to drive this car and I am grateful for the chance to do it.

And this, ladies and gentlemen, is why I drive around town with a goofy grin plastered on my face, feeling dizzy like a teenager who has just experienced their first kiss.


1990 Mazda MX-5 Spec Race Car, Ms. Foxy Moxie
1990 Mazda MX-5 Spec Race Car, Ms. Foxy Moxie

The sassy silver ballerina in my life is Moxie. She has a 1.6 liter four cylinder engine, and came to me having put in about 100K miles on tracks along the East Coast.

June 2015 at Road Atlanta course. My 15th High Performance Driving Event.

She has a full roll cage, racing seats, HANS compatible harnesses, a fire suppression system, a racing steering wheel, a kill switch, and tow hooks everywhere! Here’s what she doesn’t have: windows,  muffler, or ignition key. (Well, she does have a muffler now!)

Moxie is a flash of lightening that sparks with speed! If I touch the brake, I lose the ability to harness that flash. As a driver, I need her. So I can learn to optimize momentum and habituate my skills to operating with only very minimal braking on track.

Now, in early August 2015, Moxie and I have planned three more events for the year. That means by the end of this season, I will have logged about 30 hours in the seat with her.2015-06-15 08.40.44

Thanks for reading, and wish us luck!

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