Iam always very wary of grown men wearing Mickey Mouse clothing and my flight to Orlando is full of them. For them, the next nine hours aboard a Virgin flight will take them to a pilgrimage of sorts. Mine, though, will take me to four of Florida’s finest speedway tracks.
Tuesday
I have been in the Good Old US of A for about three hours and I am at Volusia Speedway Park, an ultra-fast oval that runs near to an alligator lake, hence
