Well, me being me, I just couldn't leave well enough alone and give up. I went back to Brands Hatch to see if I could capture the missing couple of tenths that I was leaving out there. I just couldn't let it go, its not my style. After about 45 minutes of close runs, it happened. I was on a 6 lap consecutive run. I came around for the 7th lap and it was like magic. The car seemed glued to the track and right from the start, I was up on my ghost, pulling away with each corner I took. This was it, all that I had been working for....the "super lap". All I had to do was bring it around that last corner and I would be home free. And then the unthinkable happens. On that last corner, a corner I could take blind-folded by now and have perfected to a "T", the back end begins to come out. I had made the fatal mistake of getting on the gas just a tad bit too soon coming out of the corner. At first I thought I could save it and keep my advantage, but it just happened too quick and before I knew it, I was sliding into and through the pit entrance, coming to a rest against the wall. There was no anger, just a gutted feeling knowing that all I had been working for, that "super lap", was gone in an instant, so close, yet so far away. I still can't believe it. I tried to continue on, but there was just no way, as all I could think about was how close I was to an "alien" lap.
I saved the replay because I am sure this was "the" lap. I'm going to compare sector times with the D1 times when we are all done here, but I am most positive that that was a D1 lap. As soon as I can put this out of my mind, I'm back on it. Now that I know just how much time I am leaving out there now, there is no way I can stop now. This is the kind of thing that will keep me awake at night now, knowing there is that much time out there for me to gain. I did it once, so I can do it again. I am now on a mission, for better or worse.
Thanks for reading, just thought I'd share this gut wrenching experience with you all. The agony of defeat.