The crew broke for sandwiches, then Miles stepped into the car. He was far more sophisticated than Payne, and after some laps he went over his impressions with Remington. More laps, more adjustments. They worked on suspension setups—trial and error at 200 mph and beyond. Miles began to dive deeper into the turns, and the car spoke to him. He could sense its vast power, summoning more and more of it, holding the steering wheel with the tips of his fingers.
