Hehe some great racing. Although I felt that I was a little fortunate in the GT race.
Sergio was very fast, and so was Axel, and although I had qualified the Mk2 Sherman tank well it was objecting very strongly to being hustled around any corners. So when the race got under way I fully expected them to become distant hazy images!!!
I was working hard to stay behind Sergio on lap 1 with my cold tyres ( and it later transpired, far too much fuel!!) whilst keeping Axel tucked up behind me. As we approached the end of lap 1 it looked like becoming a very tough race if I hoped to finish on the podium. Then Sergio took me totally by surprise when he peeled off into the pits??!!!!
Is he using a sneaky short cut???. He later confessed to a jump start and had to perform a SnG. For me that was a huge stroke of luck as it left me in the lead with Axel in close attendance behind, then a small gap back to 3rd spot.
I seemed to be able to get the power down just a fraction better than Axel and at the beginning of each straight I could pull a small gap which Axel closed up with slipstream, but not enough to make a pass. I had to watch my mirrors closely to be sure I had room to turn in...once or twice I had to take a wide line and pray
. But, I just managed to retain the lead until Axel had a brake locking experience and ran wide. That was lucky stroke No2 , as it left me with a comfortable lead. All I had to do now ( yeah right "all I had to do!!"lol) was monitor the gap back to Axel and keep things smooth. The car had other ideas and fought me at every corner just to make sure I stayed fully awake. I was very grateful to see the chequered flag as my arms were aching from constant corrections on the wheel. Grats to Axel ( and hard luck for the brake incident) and to Dean for bringing it home in 3rd place. Sergio was probably the fastest guy and would have won, but was just a little to keen at the start.
Race 2 with the Can Ams was looking very dodgy from my spot on the grid....wall to wall big red Fezzas!!! and a big orange M8D breathing down my neck, with me in a little 'ol Porker
T1 , and the red wall parted slightly as 2 Fezzas went grass cutting. I knew that just about everything would be quicker than me on the straights, especially that big orange thing that was trying to use all the track width. In fact i was quite relieved when Martin blasted past and started to harass the pair of Ferraris that were contesting the lead...I actually felt sorry for them lol. It was interesting to watch martin trying to use the extra power of the Macca against the better cornering exits of the 2 Ferraris. I tried to stay in touch by using the superior braking on the Porker, losing on the straights but closing up under brakes and through the twisty bit. Eventually after cars in front took detours I found myself in 2nd place, but too far back from Ronnie in his leading Ferrari to benefit from any slipstream. Martin refused to do the decent thang and get that hugely fast Mclaren in front of me and offer me a nice tow up to Ronnie. Instead, he took every opportunity to intimidate and threaten my delicate little porker with his large Fanta mobile at the end of every straight. I was able to stay in 2nd only because he was distracted occasionally by a piece of interesting vegetation that needed pruning, so I clung on to 2nd place at the flag, but some way behind Ronnie who had escaped the attentions of the Orange Marauder.