Hermes taught me a lesson in humility today.
I must admit I was very confident before the start of the first race. I was so sure I was in for a DR feast today, that I had planned to do 2-3 races that were surely going to bring me closer to A rating and maybe even in it.
Slot 1.
Lobby comes up and I'm drooling after seeing the list. I'm door nr 19 so there was a strong field for sure an a lot of points to be had. So I start qualifying and that goes really well. Manage a P2 and decided to go softs to avoid the horrible problems I had driving in other people's draft (specifically in the rabbit's ear).
From there it all went south pretty fast... turn one and I know something is wrong. Didn't break hard enough, caught just the tiniest bit of air from P1 and slipped of the track... race over. I went down from P2 to P-very low, and after that even lower via spins in numerous places. It was horrible. So I did the only thing I could do: do a 2 stop and hope for the best. Went from P2 to P20 to finish in P13. lesson learned some 400 DR lost.
Slot 2.
This slot was a lot stronger than the previous one. Qualifying went worse this time so started P4 right behind some serious other fast drivers and separated from P3 by a good margin! This race was just begging for accidents as I was driving mid pack with my normal tyres to hope I could pull something off in the second soft stint.
It was murder. Some drove clean, some didn't but somehow I managed to go from P3 to P8 and back up again to P5... and then I got too reckless once more... tried to make a pass on a Porsche on his outside in the last turn. Off course I clipped and instead of waiting for a much easier pass on the straight I got into the dunes again and came out somewhere low...
From there I was able to recover some positions but it was mortifying to be lapped by P1.
By now I was humbled. Hermes had done what gods do and made sure I knew my standing in the world.
So I accepted the 700 or so DR loss from coming in P15 and hoped I could at least finish in what I call a Honorable Mention (P7-P10) for my third attempt. I was not going to try a podium anymore and not take any risks.
Slot 3
It was a wise choice to let the chips fall where they may. Qualifying was terrible again. In fact it was so bad that I finished P6 in a lobby where P1 was a second slower than my P2 from the first race. I really, really hate this qualifying system...
I went on the meds again like last round and just promised myself to stay behind the guy in fifth on the first stint and just keep a little distance so the dirty air wouldn't toss me of the track for a third time.
That worked and being able to build a gap between me and P7 It was looking okay. And somewhere along the race things started to go in my favour for once. At least 2 guys ahead of me binned their lap at some point by the time I was pitting (L11) I was looking good in P4.
After the pits I was able to make a clean pass (and smarter this time) on P3 and P2 didn't defend my overtake too much as he probably knew I was on softs and he was on meds and didn't want to take any chance. I did try to ring in P1 and got the gap down from just over 8 seconds to just under 4 at the finish line. But that's about as close as I got to championship finish.
So, humbled by the gods once more I'm just very happy with my second place... I still believe I could have done better, but the race was really telling me a different story.
I'm done for tonight. Now on to Interlagos in Gr4. Were I'm hoping to get a decent result in a much more stable car than this Gr3.
The tuning was a blast and the race an experience in perseverance.