I think my finish ranks as just about the most spectacular in my career
. In my defence it was difficult to see Clive's Lotus or the finishing line because the red mist was so thick at that point in the race.
I could not hold the pace of the two leaders and hope that my Honda engine would remain functional, so after the first 10 laps I had settled into a comfortable pace. Well it was comfortable until Fulvio started closing in at an alarming rate and he was dragging Andreas with him
I was still very careful with peak revs and this gave the two chasing cars just enough pace to close up. I did help them a little, with some minor mistakes and missed gears, so that eventually it was a 3 car battle. Mr Loynes' loitering tactics had not gone unnoticed and I knew that he only required the slightest invitation to join our battle.
So I gave it to him!!
I clipped the inside kerb at Scierie and it unsettled the car just enough to spin me into the inside fence. That was "goodbye" to Fulvio and Andreas and "hello" to Clive. Making a total Horlicks of selecting reverse and regaining the tarmac did not improve my mood!! There was a slight pink tinge to the atmosphere.
Set off after Clive's car and closed him down with relentless Waza cunning and skill........or as some might say wild and risky driving
. made the pass and slowly eased away. It was the penultimate lap and as I relaxed up the long main straight I thought to myself " just a couple of corners to go, 3 sec lead over Clive, what can possibly go wrong".
Well it appears there was quite a lot to go wrong!! I was too careful into Scierie and did not get the car set up for the corner, so I spun the ruddy thing again with only 1 lap left.
Well the crimson fog was almost impenetrable for the last lap and Clive was not using rear fog lamps. I threw the poor Honda through the downhill section to Six Freres and only just slowed enough to make the hairpin. The rev counter needle was now considered superfluous, and unwanted weight, so I ripped it off and tossed it out of the cockpit!!. The car was definitely faster without it
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He was just too far ahead up the long straight to make a pass attempt but I was on his tail through Scierie and tasting Loyne's blood in the air, or maybe it was that red mist??
I have no idea what revs I was pulling through Paradis, but I know that it was absolutely 110% flat out. The slipstream kicked in and I used the slingshot to pull over into the start of the pitlane and make an heroic dive for the line. Clive's car vanished into my blind spot ( and the fog ) and I was acutely aware that the flag man was in mortal danger if I did not alter my trajectory...
The slight adjustment to my line made contact with Clive and my car flipped instantly. They say I might never have raced again
, but my extra thick skull absorbed most of the impact and they cannot find any significant difference in my brain activity. It is still slow and minimal.
On an upbeat note my fastest lap was the final lap and I crossed the finish line upside down and clinically dead
C U all for the CanAms at Le Mans