I woke up early Saturday morning and thought, “It’s raining. It’s raining in my room.” And it was. Water was gushing out of the light fixtures. “That’s not normal,” I thought. I threw back the shades, and sure enough, rain was bouncing hard off the roof of the hotel. It didn’t look good.
Fellow Brit Geoff Stilwell’s 7707 land speed team assembled in the hotel lobby and contemplated the news that the Salt Flats were closed for the day. We had arrived midday Friday after a troubled 700-mile drive up from Geoff’s race shop in
