Sorry to miss the season opener, I will be on holiday for a few days. Looking forward to getting back to racing again.

It does now 

I'm not used to writing a post-race report from the perspective of a winner. This is the first time I've seen the checkered flag before anyone else, and all it took me was five years and 88 starts.

I had a PB in the Cooper by about half a second, but Eric is faster than I am 90% of the time and he was just behind me on the grid. The three guys in front of me routinely slap me around like a red-headed stepchild.  Toward the end of qualifying I was feeling so glum that I told my wife I was thinking of disqualifying myself and starting from the back of the grid. She asked why. I told her, "I don't belong up there at the front with all those fast guys." The lesson I learned from this is: Run a few laps, try not to hit anyone, and see what happens.

Almost metronomically the leaders began to peel away: Ricardo blew up on L9, Philippe dropped a few places with a visit to the bales, and Cookie exploded his motor ten laps later. I'd not had the lead before in a UKGPL race since we raced at Bugatti a year or two ago. The difference between then and now was that Philippe was chasing me then and Eric was drilling a hole in my tail pipe now. In other words, there was no difference at all: They're both faster than I am even on their bad days (which are few).

I never had more than a single second's lead over Eric for the next twenty-two laps. Watching the two of us in the replay on TV view is simply mesmerizing. We look joined at the hip. But then this insane duel ended when he went out on L31 with the third crumped engine.

Now it was Dave Curtis' turn to make my life miserable. My lead over him was just three seconds with a dozen laps to go, but I figured that catching me in his Cooper would be one thing but passing me for position would be something else. It was only at the end, when I crossed the S/F line half a second in front of him, that I realized he'd been in a Brab. Had I known that with five laps to go, I'd probably have fainted onto my Victorian swooning couch.

So all's well that ends well, they say. Now if we could just cancel the rest of the season, I'll have won my first league championship. That would be a first too! 

well done pepe, there will be more victories like this. 
you deserved it that one, no mistake, well done.
moreover, if every time you win, you send us a message like this, it will give us all happiness, we really need it.
you are still young, pepe, you will win others. now nothing will stop you 

Congratulations, Pepe. 

Your first victory is always one to remember. Enjoy the feeling.

Grats Pepe ! The first victory is always special !

Grats Pepe,i rember my first at Silverstone(but with luck).Now,sometime,happen to me in the 55.