The Stepnose finally made its debut.
This was supposed to be the shift. A purpose-built car, built with intent, replacing the compromised daily driver approach.
Seven days before the event, it still needed a proper shakedown. That alone says everything.
Three runs in, it refused to go into third gear. That ended the weekend.
The drive home was familiar by now — more understanding, more awareness, same outcome.
The difference was subtle but important. This wasn’t a failure of concept anymore. It was a failure of execution.