Well that didn't go as planned. I got the server settings right and that's about the last good decision I made.
Figured I needed to be a fair chunk of time faster than any Radicals I wanted to beat on account of the DP's increased sensitivity to tyre wear. Fuelled for 13 plus a pace lap, qualifying confirmed my suspicions that the car was too low on cold tyres when I spun on my out lap. Luckily I didn't break the car and managed to get 4th on the grid... but with Gary's SR8 breathing down my neck by just five thousandths of a second I could see I wasn't likely to get a good finish.
Was confused to say the least to find us on the F1 grid at the start, but worse was to come when my spotter called the start as we exited La Source and I knew my low tyre pressures were going to be a major issue. (Apparently the start location is known but not acknowledged as a bug, and the pace car driving through a wall is common on ovals. Great advert for this
ultrarealistic game simulator.) I think Dan was caught out even more and I squeezed into 3rd, but the first warning sign that the car was not happy came at the end of the Kemmel straight as I took an
*ahem* unconventional line into Les Combes. Survived that and pushed hard to try and get the tyres up the temperature and pressure, but surprise surprise, dropped it at the exit of the pif paf in exactly the same way I did in qualifying, but this time going hard into the wall and having to reset.
My tow ended about a minute behind the cars I'd started amongst, which I reckoned was about 20s extra lost comnpared to a normal stop, and I converted the tow into my stop, adding my second stint's fuel (another five seconds or so) and set off after the tail end of the field. Happily the car handled okay even with the fuel on board.
I reeled Blunder in and was looking forward to actually effecting a pass in another couple of laps when he pitted and robbed me of the chance.
The only car I actually passed on the track was Ross, and I nearly gave him the place back late in the race when I touched the grass braking for the silly final chicane (sorry, but I still think that's a complete dog's breakfast of a chicane) and spun, getting not one but two slow downs in the process.
All the other places I made up were from people pitting, crashing or otherwise disappearing. In the end seventh was probably more than I deserved. Brendan managed to finish 6th, some 30 seconds ahead despite a tow in the closing stages.
Results imported. Well done Darren and Gary.