"It's a what?!"
A Panoz Esperante GTLM.
"Where in the hell does that come from?"
"Georgia." Willis likes knowing stuff that other people don't, he was having a ball.
"Well, it looks like a pretty damned fancy race car."
"That's exactly what it is."
"So what are you guys doin' with it.?"
So Willis set out to explaining it to them... I decided that my stomach wasn't up to hearing this so I opted out, citing a case of the green apple quick steps, and went up to the house for a nap.
What he explained to them is that we had us a deal with Panoz Racing to do some R & D work with their race car. Specifically, they wanted us to see if we could develop our transmission and suspension system to work in their race car. The real kicker was that if we were successful that we would be in line to be the primary vendor for transmissions and suspension parts at their factory.
They wanted us to build the car, and then since all the records up at the FMSCAA got lunched when that computer had an upsee daisy, they want us to set about setting new times for the car in every venue that we can run in. The minimum acceptable result is a top 1000 time. And besides that - they want us to win North American Regional outright - we have to beat the R2 cars as well as be the top R3 car. And there is the big Susuka race over in Japan, we got to win that too, and the World Cup... we got to win that too.
"How the hell you gonna do that? Ole Blooze hasn't been doin' so hot on the Real World circuit lately..."
"Keep it up smart ass, an you gonna find out what if feels like to be a nut when I get my 24" breaker bar out..."
They don't care about none of that. They like what they've heard about the new suspension and stuff and they're giving us a chance to prove it. They're measuring stick does sort of piss me off though. What they figure, is if we can get into the top 1000 with our times, then a real driver ought to really be able to kick some butt.
But things is what they is. And besides that, we all three get one of their sports cars to drive around while we're on this project. The red one out there is mine.
So all the curious looky-loos finally left, and we got to work on the car...
You could hear them as the walked down the drive...
"...Georgia? Whoever heard of such a thing? I thought all they made down there was peaches and paper. How's he say that again? Eespiranza? Hell of a thing..."

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