Sand swirled against the windshield and I pushed the accelerator harder into the car's floorboard. My navigator barked a flurry of commands at me from the passengers seat over the engine's high rpm whine: "?medium right, up hill to slow left?" We were banging our way through a 24-hour road race in Egypt. I gripped the Subaru's steering wheel as we hand-braked into a long power-slide around the Sphinx.

"What's our position?" My wingman confirmed our third place spot in his thick British accent. He pointed west – off the course – and gave me a deeply reassuring nod. On faith I pulled the wheel hard and saw what he was gunning for. There were two white tigers chained in place to the desert floor and we went airborne off a dune, flying in between them. Landing hard and feeling one of our axles give, I stopped the car and flipped the restraints off my shoulders.

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