I did my first race C yesterday, and probably my last one for this week. Man, do I stink.😬
I know that I'm not that great in Gr3, but here I totally embarrassed myself. It doesn't look too bad at first, I'm P6 on the starting grid in a field of many B/S drivers, but five or six A/S and A/A too. Okay, that's due to my one good quali lap with the 911 (out of twenty at least).
But I start with the Corvette, because it was the only car in testing that didn't always try to kill me in the chicane when testing different cars. And for the first race C I need a car that I can trust. Right?
Wrong.
First of all, even with the rather tame Corvette, I never get a feel for this track. I never get the timing consistently right in any sector, and I always have the feeling that I'm on the edge, close to spinning or overshooting or missing the next turn. And second, the Corvette seems very slow, but maybe that's also just me. And so, despite driving rather cautiously, I make a lot of mistakes.
So, I get overtaken a lot. Excatly: by everyone. I'm thinking "well, I'm on hard tyres, most of them are on mediums".
Most of them were not.
And although I give space to everyone, they all seem to think that it's best to push me wide in the hairpin for good measure. One even tries to swipe me onto the grass on the back straight, despite having a great run on me which would have him easily pass me before the hairpin (and I gave space).
In the end I'm dead last. My desperate attempt to hold at least P16 behind me and maybe get one or two positions back fails miserably because my front tyres are completely dead even before the end of lap 12 (less than six laps of bad driving obliterated them). And nobody does me the favour of crashing out or taking a penalty for not using both tyre compounds.
Did I mention that I stink? Yeah, think so. 😆
Well, apparently that's not my combo. To keep me from drowning my desperation in a bucket of beer, I go back to a consolation race B. Pole, CRB, win. Seems like a total different game for me.🥳