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I procrastinated practise for some reason, so I wasn't expecting much for this race. I qualified in 10th after tweaking the setup a bit to stop me from spinning off every other lap. Enough with the heart attack inducing excitement, now on to the snorefest that was my race.
I got a good start, and passed the wreck just as it started. I pass a spinning Kev at the top of the hill and I've gained 4 positions up to 6th. Passing the finish line on the next lap I pass a spun-off Rich and apparently someone else, as I'm now in 4th. He goes for the outside (or rather, I defend the inside) at the hairpin one lap later, but puts a wheel in the grass. Thus granting me half a lap's peace and quiet before he's snapping at my heels once again. He passes without much drama at the top of the hill, and I'm left to the doom that is solitude. I did have a minor high speed slide near the end of lap 9, but due to me being awesome I saved it without much effort at all :P
Hot racing action on lap 12
Exactly 11 über consistant laps after the minor slide, I decide to go for a good laptime and brake a bit later for T1. Thus breaking the first rule of Esben's Big Book Of Racing Rules: "Don't brake late for T1 with less than 5 laps to go". I spin, Kev catches, Kev goes off in the last corner and lets my blood pressure drops slightly. While racing for position a lap or two later I brake a bit late for the hairpin on the second-to-freaking-last lap of the race. Thus breaking the second rule of EBBORR: "Don't brake late for the hairpin on the second-to-freaking-last lap of the race". Slightly miffed, as one might expect, I drive like hell on the last lap and smash my old PB by a second while crossing the line sideways and pouring out tyresmoke.
Here are som pictures of me making a fool of myself with less than two laps to go: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5
This is the same story as the last two races: Consistent as f*ck, but get screwed over in the dying laps. One of these days I'm gonna complete a race without spinning off at all...
