Learning to drive fast at the APBA racing school.
By Heather Steinberger
The cockpit was tinier than I thought. As the team tightly buckled me into my safety harness, I took a deep breath and tried not to mind the squeeze of the capsule against my shoulders — or the fact that the water seemed startlingly close to eye level.
This was a safety check for driving a racing powerboat, so I ignored my discomfort and focused on what I would need to do in the event of a capsize. I practiced releasing the steering wheel, and I yanked the Velcro tab that would set me free from the puzzling web of belts and buckles binding me to my tiny craft.
My coaches nodded. Now it was time for the ultimate safety test.
They flipped me upside down.