After several laps, Hoffman takes control to ease us into the pit lane, a precaution because there are people around. Then it’s my turn. I get behind the wheel of a conventional RS7. I stomp the pedal to the floor. I’m not a racecar driver, but I’ve done my share of laps. Sonoma is tough—many turns, lots of elevation changes. Things happen quickly, and I struggle to keep up and make the right braking, steering, and throttle decisions at the right times. I realize I’m following Robby’s line based on my laps with him, but just a hair more poorly, just a tad slower. I think and guess, whereas Robby assesses and knows. Compared with novices, my driving looks clean enough, but compared with my digital adversary, my laps are sloppy and erratic. I even hop a few of the curbs that Robby knows to avoid.