It was a bloody hot weekend. And almost everybody had mechanical problems.

 

 

I had the pole. I was sitting in the grid ready to go. With about 3 minutes left, I started the engine and noticed I had NO FUEL!!! What a moron! So I zipped back to the paddock so my radio man Steve could dump a couple of jugs of gas in the car. See? You need a radio even for a sprint...

 

By the time that was done, everyone was on their formation lap. I started from pit late at the back of the pack and on cold tires. What a moron... I fought through the traffic eventually making it to 2nd. Then when I was within 5 seconds of the leader Allan, I buggered a downshift in 2 and the rear end passed me on the outside. !@#$. I only lost about 10 seconds but I never say Allan again.

 

Not my best driving. Lots of pushing too hard and nearly falling off the track. But it makes for a fun video...

 

 

 

Nothing exciting here. I started on pole and ended where I started. No tire grip due to extreme heat. But my strategy of in slow, rotate, accelerate, paid off. This is how you're supposed to do it.

 

 

 

Started on pole but had Allan glued to my bumper for most of the race. Not sure I can call it "driving" as much as "running away"... Almost lost it several times. Luckily, after overcooking Mulligans (again) and nearly sliding off the track (again), Allan did manage to spin. So I could breathe.

 

On the last lap, they flew the checkered flag right over my head so I kept going. I think they skipped the last lap due to the river of fluid that was spread around the track. While trying to keep it together and trying to keep out of sight of Allan, I kept sliding on the fluid until I came upon a cluster of cars that were trying to beat the crap out of each other for the last lap. It was ugly... but it was over. Too bad I didn't see the checker...