Whew - multi-carbed V8's and radius rods = spectacle even on level ground! I vividly remember watching other novices in spectator races "eat the wall" at a long-gone local high-banked oval while waiting for my heat. No amount of observation or study could've prepared me for how my senses would betray me. Only seeing far too many drivers crashing in what looked like easy to avoid wrecks put me on hyper-alert. At speed on track my vestibular system said "30 degrees? Hah! It's more like 60! More speed!", my butt said "It's a salad bowl! More speed!" yet my eyes said "it makes no sense but we seem to be sliding sideways up this hill." I trusted my eyes, ended up 1st and drove my unwrecked car home.