It’s 2026. Masked stormtroopers roam the streets, pulling people from their homes and killing with impunity. To the extent that the law exists, it seems to apply only to those who dare protest mass murder, while graft and corruption go unpunished; politics has become the redoubt of a collection of bizarrely facetuned grifters and insider traders. What little economic growth persists depends entirely upon the promise of a technology that—best case scenario—will put millions of people out of work. Meanwhile, diseases once considered cured reappear as an increasingly propagandized and illiterate population turns its back on the treatments that banished them.
A global hegemon in decline desperately flails about, unleashing chaos upon friends and enemies alike. At the same time, international institutions created after the last world war in the hopes of preventing another one find themselves suddenly irrelevant, impotent, or simply abandoned. In the background, a climate catastrophe continues to unfold at a pace that outstrips scientists’ gloomiest predictions, and one by one, dystopian visions of the future from Orwellian doublespeak to William Gibson’s warnings about artificial intelligence and even the cashless society foretold by the Book of Revelations prove to have been distressingly on the money.
It’s a bad scene, man. The vibes are terrible!
And yet…and yet…amidst all this tumult and darkness, a small but tenacious tribe thrives. Indeed, for car enthusiasts of a certain stripe, for motorsports fans of a particular persuasion, things have never been better. Even as the automotive industry itself faces threats from all corners and struggles for survival, somehow, of all things, sports car and endurance racing finds itself in a state of health unprecedented in its history. With its beguiling complexity—teams of drivers, both professional and amateur, sharing cars ranging from production-based GTs to exotic prototypes, competing across multiple classes—the sport continues to defy gravity, attracting a growing number of participants and spectators alike, both internationally and here in the U.S.
So despair not, my friends. Time to stop doomscrolling. It’s 2026, and another IMSA season is upon us!
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