A return to 1967 after some years away. A high standard of driving on display, with which to fail or prevail. Tyre temp. peril's of foremost ( and rearmost ) importance, as is the nature of these beasts. It was just like old times!
Squeeked into a good starting position, and steady progress thereafter made, being disturbed only by a fierce Ferrari being, which swept by from down the grid. Attempt's to claw back past being thwarted by an Italian powerplant. I was stronger when cornered.
During our struggle, a green thing crept up from behind. If I was to win, I'd need some first aid.
A chance sprung forth - with a car being lapped on the main straght. It spun around to block the Ferrari's path. Helicopter needed to get me past ! I skillfully bounded off the spinner's wheels, and girated skyward, in the only equipment provided. Abandoned flight when reailizing steering was lost, with progress thereafter haphazard. Rough landing and immediate victim to both red, and green machine's due to Helicopteritis.
Robust chassis, poor aerodynamics.
I held my station and other parts, whilst nursing tyres and machinery to the finish line. More than satisfied to have survived.
