Dropped my Race C QT down to a 1:41.553 in the NSX. Decided my pit strat for every race would be to take on new tires at the end of Lap 6.
Race 1: Started P6. Gave an out of control Aston a
very wide berth through the first chicane on Lap 1, and
still got bodied. Borked my entry back onto the track and got tagged by an innocent Audi. Found myself starting Lap 2 in P12. Settled down after muttering some profanity, and miracled a recovery back to finish P6.
Race 2: Started P6. Fell prey to a couple of clumsy overtakes in the opening laps. Gained a couple places after my pit stop, thanks to an accident and a penalty. Couldn't get past a G70 that chewed up its tires at the end, but was stoked with a P3 podium.
Race 3: Started P10. Got the first chicane wrong on Lap 1 and fell back to P12. Collected a 3.0 second penalty passing under a yellow flag. Took a while to catch and get past one Huracan at my favorite hairpin on Lap 10, while a second one kept trying to rough me up. Finished P9.
Race 4: Started P10. A sloppy Cayman pinched me into the wall entering Turn 6 on Lap 1. I find myself in P15 (last). Was recovering well, until a sloppy Italia pushed me wide into the wall coming out of Turn 6 on Lap 9. No recovery drive for you! Double bird salute to a P11 finish.
Race 5: Started P6. Torpedoed my race after getting the second chicane all sorts of wrong on Lap 3 and wound up P12. Gained positions thanks to DNFs, and finished a surprise P8.
Race 6: Started P8. Tagging a freakishly slow Aston at Turn 6 on Lap 3 lost me several places, and left me vulnerable to a sloppy lunge by an Audi at the first chicane. No chance of recovery. Double bird salute to a P13 finish.
Mostly decent Thursday. Not great. Not horribly traumatic. That'll do, pig. That'll do.