It's lap four, we are flying down the front straight away going into turn one. We're at the top of fourth gear at about 7800 rpm's when we start setting up for the downhill right ahead of us...braking...downshifting. My pilot is feeling more confidnet with every lap. He's trying to stay off the brakes and carry more corner speed. Meanwhile, I'm out as far as I possibly can be, shoulder and butt cheek inches off the ground. About a third of the way through turn one, the back tire starts getting loose and we begin a monster drift. I don't have a clue because I'm just trying to get out as far as I can but my pilot is adding more and more counter steer trying to get the rig to come back around. He knows he can't chop the throttle or we flip. I'm just along for the ride. He maintains his throttle position and when he thinks he's at his limit, the rig starts coming back around. About that time back tire hooks, flips the chair up about a foot off the ground, flips me off the platform about 16 inches, I touch down in about the same place I launched from. I shoot a look over to Todd, he looks at me the same way...both our eyes big and focused.... and up the hill we went headed toward turn two ....YEEEHAAAA!!!! I'm pretty sure we found our limit in turn one, on lap four. Our friend Devlin confirms that as we get back to the pits. His eyes were big too and his grin wide wearning that floppy hat. He says at the top his lungs almost laughing " I thought I was going to have to run out there and catch Mrs Trospers, man that was a close one!!" And so goes some of the best memories of our life!