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| Still the first Rubber Class race. Won't this disastrous race ever end?
With only a lap and a half to go, I do get ahead of #92 Chevette... |
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Having successfully repelled my previous passing attempt, #92
now takes a defensive line exiting the hairpin and places his car
toward the middle of the track.
It's a wasted move, since we seem to be accelerating at the same pace. I'm not closing on him at all, so I'm really not in a position to challenge him at this point. |
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However, by crowding left to defend the inside line into the left hander, #92 has screwed himself.
He approaches the curve from too shallow an angle, whereas I come at it with the usual wide approach starting from the far right edge of the track. He slides wide, and I simply cut inside him. |
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That was a gift.
For one ugly moment I thought I might be sticking my nose into a trap. What if he spears across to the left and hits me again? Surely he wouldn't dare pull such a stunt twice within the same lap. Well, not this time anyway... |
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| I started this Rubber Class race from 19th on
the grid of 26 cars, and finished 17th.
I don't remember legitimately passing anyone, other than this #92 car. All I remember is people either blowing past me, spinning directly in front of me, or hitting me. This was not a good race for me. If this is the way things are going to go all weekend long, I might as well say goodbye to my return air ticket to Ottawa. Jim Graham is holding my ticket hostage until I return his car to him in a "generally rectangular condition". At this rate, I'll be walking back to Ottawa for sure...
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