From the classic motion picture, Grand Prix...
Jean-Pierre Sarti: "Before you leave I want to tell you something. Not about the others, but about myself. I used to go to pieces. I'd see an accident like that and be so weak inside that I wanted to quit - stop the car and walk away. I could hardly make myself go past it. But I'm older now. When I see something really horrible, I put my foot down. Hard! Because I know that everyone else is lifting his."
Louise Frederickson: "What a terrible way to win."
Jean-Pierre Sarti: "No, there is no terrible way to win. There is only winning."
Well... There may be no terrible way to win but I think that there may well be an ugly way.
The stats will show that I won that race at StJo but it was hardly a cause for celebration. My most sincere and profound apologies to Trae for wrecking him early on thanks to my error. As I mentioned in pre-race chat, this circuit is low on my list of favourites and that opinion hasn't been elevated despite a win. I find it a bit too contrived with two 'up the hill and turn into a blind corner' situations. And if you think that's bad, try it in Grand Prix Legends where the builder has three! Groan...
It was a simple but foolish error on my part. Just went into T1 a little too hot and a little too wide. The tail got too happy and was coming around. Poor Trae was just too close to avoid and paid a heavy price. If he weren't so close, he'd have missed me. HEY! THEN IT'S HIS FAULT, RIGHT? IF HE WEREN'T SO FAST... Some Trump logic there. :)
(Sorry, couldn't resist that. No politics here, pls)
Feeling really bad about the whole deal, I pitted and took the default repair damage in an effort to do pennance for my crimes. Groan... The indication was for a stop fully 126s in duration. Double graon... Oh, well... Actually, I'd planned an early stop after burning only 5-6 gallons. My pre-race trials indicated that with a fuel cell top up after only those many laps that I'd make it the rest of the way. As per usual, I didn't take tyres.
Regaining the track miles behind everyone, I drove the snot out of the AAR 'cuda not so much to gain back time but more in anger at myself. I could see Ziggy and Volzie way ahead and Trae well clear, too. Then the stops rolled around for each and I was surprised to see that I passed for P2. I was still light-years behind Ziggy but as the laps counted down, I could see that I was gaining hand-over-fist on the stopwatch. Some laps 6-8s. NO!!! Could I catch him? As noted, I was pounding the 'cuda hard and could feel the grip slipping away in the late laps. I didn't dare take a look at the wear rates. I was right with Ziggy over the S/F line to start the last lap. Again, the nature of the T1 complex would figure into the mix and Ziggy got a bit wide over the top, slid sideways, corrected but the counter-slide won out. I skipped by staying far left and came within an ace of falling off myself. Lucky boy. Cruised in for the last two miles for an ugly win.