A couple of weeks ago I managed to get away to a Solo Pro Driving School. Grabbed the Type R which Jim had loaded up with 8 Hoosiers and took my chances. This was the extreme school and it's literally an entire season's worth of autocross in two days, with top level instructors telling you what you're doing wrong. Then showing you data to back it up. You could also just call it awesome.
I'd apparently been developing horrible habits the last few years, and while I can't say definitively that I've exorcised those demons, at least I'm aware of them now. And, as NBC likes to say, "The More You Know. . . ."
The car is pretty brutal to front tires. Full-disclaimer, none of these were fresh when the weekend started. But still. Also, to be fair, the really bad ones started cording on the inside. I'd normally not let them get that bad before calling it, but I was right. The car definitely picked up a bit of push in towards the end of those sessions.