I've been told that racing drivers can be a suspicious lot, which sounds to me a load of rot! Nonetheless, I was careful not to offend the Mosping Gods, who live behind the hairpin at Mosport. Perhaps some fellow racers have felt their unforeseen forces? So naturally, I did my best to quell them, by offering up a sacrificial poem on this thread before the race - wrote nicely, and crossed my fingers!
So, what was my reward - my bump stops fell off as the race started! This came to my attention, approaching the hairpin on lap 1, and only I was singled out on that lap! Highly mysterious! Highly embarrassing, to those who don't understand these phantoms of latency? Highly suspicious that everyone avoided me, without a similar fate! An unhappy start from 3rd on the grid.
For some time thereafter, I had to sneak my way around the track, under a smokescreen, and tiptoe up to the bedeviled hairpin, so as not to be noticed.
Competing from the back, I soon realized how devilishly fast the BRMs can be, and then spent many laps
chasing after Norberts possessed Ferarri. But then, the track Gremlins started to work their way into
everyones machinery, and somehow I'd sneaked up to 3rd, with 3 laps left.
I'd read somewhere, I'd need to spin round 3 times to lift this kind of hex. So with 1 spin left, I chose
wisely - only how Roger managed to avoid me at the hairpin, I know not. Probably some magical talent he possesses. With some difficulty, I still managed 3rd at race end, and I feel this was at least some reward, for all my efforts, on everyones behalf.
So be warned, and be careful not to spin your wheels too much, when grass cutting at Mosport. It's not a good thing to do.
P.S. My sympathies Maestro. So I was not alone - I've a couple of theories here.