L before E, except after C - damned Password! I've never been to Lipezig, or Leapzig, but I'd been led to believe we'd be racing in France! And this, having already been subjected to IGOR CHAT asking for a password? I tried Nova Scotia, and even that didn't work! I wonder if it was really like this in 1967 ?
Having finally struggled into the track, my landline decided to disco me, as usual, and I then had to repeat the whole damned elocution a couple of times! This robbed me of any chance of grabbing the pole.
"Grumble, grumble!"
At least my race start was good, until after 5 seconds, some maniac decided to make a sharp right turn, without first signaling. Thereafter, with appendages still intact, my race soon became a matter of channeling Ferrari power, to hold Dave C. at bay, and stalking Andreas in his similarly equipped equipment. He remained always, just out of reach. I must remember to invite him to schnapps, just before the next race.
With 2 seconds only, covering the majority of laptimes, we're a very competitive bunch.
