“Maybe this is why they made us wear helmets,” I thought to myself after stepping out of the SLS and slamming my head on the gullwing door.
Maybe these doors are fine if you’re a jockey, but for the rest of the male population, those cool looking mechanisms have a serious drawback.
During out lapping exercises in the afternoon when we rotated through the cars every two laps it became a common refrain to hear one of the instructors screaming out to whichever driver was just in the SLS “Watch your…” THUD!
