Our contrarian nature was feeding a bit of a morning meltdown on the Saturday of Monterey Car Week. We were about to be faced with another a gaggle of very rich men reveling in bygone eras. What was the point" Then the Penske AMC Javelin blew past, heading for Turn Four. Piloted to victory in the ?71 Trans-Am championship by the late Mark Donohue, the Javelin was the under-underdog of the pony-car era, transformed into a victor by the golden duo of Roger and Mark. All churlish thoughts vanished.

The place has that effect on people. Folks refuse to call it by its official name, Mazda Raceway. They lament one modification or another to the layout. The cosmic gravity of the place inspires loyalty to the state it was in when one first discovered it. Laguna Seca is one of America?s true holy temples of speed, like Bonneville, or Indianapolis, or Pikes Peak. Over its nearly six-decade history, the track has only seemed to accumulate magic. And it?s never more alive than when historic machines are chewing up its asphalt.
Thrill to the sight of 1930s BMW 328s lighting up the speed trap before the front-straight crest at 112 mph. Find yourself lost in the roar of Ferrari V-12s, Porsche flat-sixes, and American V-8s as the Group 4 cars terrorize Turn Three. Revel in 1980s prototypes strafing the Corkscrew. And then wander through the paddock, taking in the shocking variety of machinery on display, from a special with a Riley head atop an old Ford four-banger to prewar Delahay...