Everybody was kung fu fiiiighting.... Yeh.... Race B. Went in with the bug because it seemed to get around ok during the weekend lobby. I put in a crap qualifying time which I knew was at least 3s off the pace, yet still started P5/16 on a grid of my peers. There was no "META", down in DR/D, we drive whatever the 🤬 we want, and if you don't like it, bugger off! (Yeh, sorry... attitude... I just finished watching a rockumentary about the album "Never mind the bollocks, here's the Sex Pistols") .
Cry havoc, and let slip the puppies of War! The race starts and already at T1 two cars ahead of me go wide and onto the grass. Coming up through the esses I have some momentum , tap someone as I come through. They go wide, cut back across, ghost through me, cut back the other way, unghost and nail me. SR down for me.. fair enough, I should have gotten it from the initial contact. Into the wall I go and drop from P3 to P9.
Heading into the second lot of esses, where the entry requires a sudden deceleration, I get through quite well, have momentum which the two cars in front don't have. One got his line wrong and goes wide, the other gets his line wrong and goes the other way, and there's a Beetle sized gap in between. Once more into the breech! Zooom!!! Or at least that's how it was *supposed* to go. The guy on the inside turned in, hit me on the corner and I'm suddenly wearing a tutu doing Swan Lake. By the time my head stops spinning and I unghost, it's P14 for you buddy

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Ahead of me was pure carnage. I went from P14 to P6 in 3 corners.. this is still lap 1!!!!!! I see a lot of flashing above the cars in front. Only close enough to one of them to capitalise, and cross the line into lap 2 where I started, P5 with a fair gap to P4. The guy who served the penalty was not all that far behind and a quick excursion onto the grass had my tail wagging and him catching up, just out of radar range. As it turned out he had his own problems and I managed to increase the gap... and started catching the two cars in front. Lap 3 and the guy in front got it a bit wrong on the second esses and I was right on him. I stuck to him and made my move on T1 of the final lap. He went wide, I clung to the inside and slipped past him under power and didn't look back. Finished the lap and crossed P4, as one of the few who didn't have a red dot.
The weird thing was, I actually found I was driving better during the race than qualifying

. Despite seeing two SR downs, I didn't loose any SR

. DR up 700. Another day above DR 1

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