1968 SCCA Trans-Am Championship event. A world that no longer exists. I was always fascinated by seeing the little Porsche 911 racing with the big-body Camaros, Mustangs, and the rest of the American muscle. It was a moment when touring car racing felt wild, dangerous, and deeply human. Cars looked like showroom models but behaved like full-blown race cars. Drivers wrestled them, teams improvised, and nothing felt predictable. The grid was stacked, the racing was brutal, and every lap looked lik