The Chaparral in F, was my choice for the race, as it's easier to see in the dark. From mid-grid, a promising start, until a Ferrari came looming in my mirrors. For those who only saw the debris flying - he picked the inside lane, so I moved right to allow some space, approaching the esses. I saw a red Ferrari, I heard a red Ferrari, I hit the green Ferrari from Hell, lurking in my blind spot! Sorry to Piero. I was not expecting a front row car behind me. I continued on, dizzy but otherwise unscathed, happy to see that most were Ok.
The remainder was action filled. Many ahead suffered from hiccups, which isn't usually fun while driving. This put me suddenly up to 4th for second or two, until a brake hiccup allowed an entire gaggle through. And worse was to come, when my beast bottomed out at the infamous esses, on lap 6, and stopped in harms way. Whereupon, Dave noticed my unfortunate roadblock, and in trying to remove my shattered remnants, me motor expired! :'(
In such rapid company, my race was effectively over. It had been flat out all the way, just to keep up. However, the track is less work than some, thanks to it's Mulsanne Straight - the name always used in British racing circles, SFAIK. Many drivers grumbled when chicanes were eventually put in. The chance to mentally relax at 200mph, which we had, was gone, and 3 heavy braking points instead of 1. There's a fine line, between a braking point,and a breaking point, which some of us noticed last night.