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| Still the first Rubber Class race. This race must end soon, please.
I was passed by Mark, the multi-coloured #92 Chevette, and the red/white #12 Corolla. Half a lap later I try to overtake the #92 Chevette, but he resists... |
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We're coming around to complete another lap. The pit entrance
is straight ahead on the right. The start/finish line is just
around the corner to the left.
The red and white front-wheel-drive #12 Corolla is on my left. The #92 Chevette and Mark Stevens are just ahead. |
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This far into the Rubber race, the dark ice surface along the racing
line has been buffed smooth by all the spinning rubber tires.
Heading toward the start/finish line, it's getting quite slippery and it's increasingly difficult to find any traction. |
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Turning right to start the next lap, #92 gets way out of shape and sideways. | ||
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He hangs onto it, manages to catch the slide before it turns
into a full spin, and continues on his way.
But he's scrubbed off far too much speed. This will surely be a big handicap leading onto the start of the long straightaway down to the hairpin. Furthermore, he's way off the racing line onto the untravelled, extremely slippery, right edge of the track. I will certainly pass him now. |
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I might even pass the Corolla!
He had to lift off the throttle for a second when #92 almost spun in front of him. In comparison, I've had a good run off the previous corner and, as long as I can maintain this momentum by allowing the car to track all the way across to the right on the exit of this turn, I might just be able to pass him now. Except #92 is angling in for a body block from the right... |
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I pitch my car sideways, trying to pull away to the left.
But it's really slippery along here and I'm already fully committed to
following this line.
HellOOOOoooo!? Where the *%$# are you going? Apparently it's not just the front-wheel-drive cars that take inexplicable lines through corners. Even Chevette drivers will occasionally surprise you. |
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If he drags me into the left snowbank, we'll both be toast.
Fortunately his car is pushed back onto a straight line and we both continue. He manages to stay ahead of me. That figures. All my momentum is gone now. Mark and the Corolla steam away to disappear over the horizon, and I'm still stuck behind #92. Buggered again. |
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