Total shambles from me.
Started really well - avoiding the carnage, and was sitting pretty in 6th, having a great fight with Geoffers, I blew by him on the straights, then he'd get me at the end of the lap. We had a couple of laps of doing this, with me just about having the upper hand. Unfortunately it was too good to last, and I cocked up T1/2, and got in the kitty litter. Even though I was being carefull with the loud pedal, the big green machine chewed my foot off and it spun me round. That left me with TT and Steve for company.
The power of the Vette was massive and I duly passed both on the straight. I was catching someone else when I got a better exit on one corner than expected, hit the stop pedal at the normal point ... and duly overshot the next and hit the wall. I lost the front bumper, but the real pain in the ass was a right front puncture. Needless to say I got passed by a good few people on my way back to the pits.
The pit stop gave me time to read today's Daily Mail, Daily Telegraph, the Times, and Viz (just to kill a bit more time) .... but in my haste to get out and back on track I forgot that GTL likes to disengage the pit limiter for you .... so I got a stop and go .... in I went and that was me firmly in last place.
The stop and go was uneventful, and I got back on track again, making up time and passing a couple of people as they pitted. I was bettering my lap times, and got up a few places. It went horribly wrong again when Mark McClean came round to lap me. He got out of shape approaching the penultimate chicane - and I was trying to be careful and not run into him .... and duly completely missed my braking point, tried to run off and away from him .... and duly T-Boned him
. Really sorry Mark - but given the speed you dissapeared up the road I'm guessing it didn't slow you down any
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Anyway, in the aforementioned incident I got ANOTHER stop and go .... DOH!!! I was also low on fuel (or so I thought) so I duly pitted ... at which point I discovered the S&G having missed any on screen notification of it. Balls. Thankfully I had enough fuel to get round and chuck a bit more fuel in, no complications this time, and got round again.
Only on passing the chequered flag at the end of the lap (with 65 litres) on board did I discover how totally wrong I got it all
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Ah well, you live and learn .....