Sounds like Al prefers to drive without a mouse! The opening stint without one, made it obvious my setup needed some adjustment, to tame it's unruly ways. This thought was thrown out the window, as soon as my car was thrown off the track. I've a recent history of disco's and assumed I was alone, in being alone. Rather surprised to finally regain the track!
The race start seemed orderly enough, except I allowed Fulvio to sneak through. Happier when an opportunity arrived to repass on lap 2, along the ever lasting right curve, down the inside. The door was unexpectedly closing on my arrival, so my rear wheel, flung it open again as I came through, leaving poor Fulvio face down! We were fortunate not to cause mass carnage! My fault! My apologies for being too opportunistic, in an unexpected passing place. I was surprised to be able to continue.
My car soon developed into a bit of a beast to drive. And I had Blito to attenuate my aspirations . . . my what? Anyway, I was polite enough to turn around, and wave my thanks, upon passing him, so he promptly repassed me! The next time by, I decided to examine some straw, and let it do the waving for
me, without stopping. Those cautionary tales we all read about, have to come from somewhere, you know! Moments later, I missed a gear, and broke the motor, throwing oil out at my pursuer, to add to the straw. At least it wasn't tar and feathers! A poor reward for a Blito, who was driving well.
I think memento's from this race, will go into a different kind of scrap book.