Last Laps at Pitt Race A Farewell We Won’t Forget 🏁

It’s been a month since our final run at Pitt Race, and honestly, it still stings. The dust has settled, the soreness faded, but that 6th out of 27 finish? Still feels like a gut punch. We wanted more. The car had more. And knowing we’ll never get another shot at this place only twists the knife deeper.

Pitt Race wasn’t just a track. It was a test. A place that demanded precision and punished hesitation. Every blind corner, every uphill exit made you earn it. For one last weekend, we went toe-to-toe with it alongside GridLife, trying to ignore the reality that the place we’ve come to love is closing for good.

The weekend started hot. The car felt hooked up. We were dialed, fast, focused. But as temps dropped and competition ramped up, things slipped. The rhythm just wasn’t there when it mattered most, and suddenly we were clawing for tenths instead of fighting for podiums. Sixth out of twenty-seven should’ve felt solid, but it didn’t. It felt unfinished, like we left something on the table.

Reviewing footage later, the lessons came hard and fast. Moments where more throttle, more trust, or just more grit could’ve made the difference. Pitt Race demanded aggression, and this time, we blinked. It’s a bitter pill, but one that’ll make us sharper.

Still, saying goodbye to this track hurts more than the result ever could. The smooth surface, the flow, the rhythm—Pitt had soul. On that last cool-down lap, we waved to every corner worker, soaked in every turn, every elevation change. A quiet thank you to a place that’s given us some of the best memories in racing.

A month later, the disappointment still lingers, but so does the pride. We didn’t get the ending we wanted, but we got to be part of Pitt Race history. No more laps. No more last-minute overtakes. Just a final, heavy goodbye to Pitt Race. 🏁