It happens to the best of men occasionally and some cars will cover for them. a miscalculation perhaps or a lapse of concentration.
But in that log book in the back of the mind they are entered as "driver error". On a race track, where a car can fall off the road without hurting itself or anybody, such incidents are not catastrophes and they're seldom mentioned afterward. Just a few minutes before, the same car, at the hands of 26 another driver, took a tangent off the esses at 80 mph and scooped up a half bushel of Southern California ice plants with its chin spoiler. As its gyrations die out your front fender slides by, inches from disaster, and it finally settles to become a stationary part of the panorama as it passes out of your peripheral vision. then you see the front, headlights and the license plate. blue smoke streams from where its rear tires are scraping along asphalt.
It's not the rear of the S that you are looking at but the side.
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