With a push of the starter button, the Cosworth engine barked to life, settling into a loping, aggressive idle that echoed off the metal walls of the shop. It didn't sound like a Datsun, and it didn't quite look like a standard Ford. It was entirely its own animal.
As he reached the base of the mountain, Leo mashed the throttle. The 510 Escort didn't just accelerate; it lunged forward. The scream of the naturally aspirated engine filled the cabin as the tachometer swept past 8,000 RPM. 510-escort
Leo laughed out loud over the roar of the engine, counter-steering with just two fingers on the wheel. He transitioned into a left-hand sweeper, the car flowing seamlessly from one slide to the next, kicking up a small cloud of dust at the edge of the pavement. With a push of the starter button, the
