Chapter 6: Taking On Tokyo.
With the European races completed, the circus shifted it's attention to the 5 races planned in Japan, with a street track laid out in Japan's capital city of Tokyo as our first venue.
Once again I was too late for qualifying. Sadly even leaving San Francisco on a Friday afternoon aboard the Narita-bound Japan Airlines flight: JL1, crossing the International date line (IDL) meant I arrived there approaching 5PM on Saturday after around a 11 hour flight. Having grabbed my bags and headed out for the shuttle to my hotel, I've still got another 1.5 hours of travelling to do before the bus drops me outside the Century Hyatt hotel in
Shinjuku, close by the enormous Tokyo Metro Building from which the snowcapped top of Mt. Fuji is easily visible on a clear day.
The other guys were already there, and as night fell we went with our Japanese guide to take a look at the glowing mass of neon lights that illuminate the
Shinjuku skyline, bars, clubs and seedier venues. We drank
sake & Sapporo until the wee-hours of the morning, making fun of the guide who insists on calling me "Mr. Gordon-san" and getting to hear about some of the trips that the drivers who'd arrived early had taken, rides on the infamous
Shinkansen 700 known as "The Platypus", visits to
Akihabara "electronics town" and the
Sensō-ji Shrine in
Asakusa, before we head back to the hotel for some rest.
Oscar, an affable Brazilian is the driver of the Toyota Supra which is showing signs of it's age, and sadly lacking the turbo of it's RZ cousin, a benefit which would've made it somewhat more competetive with the Subaru which is driven by a surly German named Ernst, whose mechanical knowledge and attention to detail puts the rest of us to shame. A pity then that his driving, while improving wasn't up to par with his technical expertise. He still managed to qualify 2nd for the race on Sunday, and given the standing start believes that his superior 4WD traction may be an advantage off the line.
Assembled on the starting grid, I'm suddenly reminded of the sheer length of the main drag here, and while short in comparison with the vast swathes of tarmac that we've just left behind at
Le Mans, it's still a worrying prospect given the straightline speed of Rashid's Lotus, and the fact that there's 4 cars between us as he sits pretty on pole! Gunning the big muscly V8 I feel the adrenaline building in preparation for the starting lights coming on. I'm also secretly hoping that Yves in the Peugeot just ahead of me and to the right will be sufficiently intimidated by the noise that he'll not even contemplate trying to move across!
The green signal goes on and the Holden leaps forward, easily slipping under the Peugeot which scrabbles for grip off the line, even with it's comparitively low power, the front-wheel drive layout isn't as conducive to good launches as those in the rest of the cars.
Accelerating through the first turn, a mild left kink in the
Aoyama Dori, National Route #246 straight that the circuit takes it's name from, I'm easily able to keep powering on past Oscar's Supra before we come to the braking zone for the sharp
Akasaka-Mitsuke second turn, and I'm sandwiched between Dae-Hyun & Oscar as we enter the curiously narrow area named
Shuto-Ko while Rashid and Ernst pull away. I have to get on the brakes a few times up through
Sotobori Dori as I close up to the back of the S2000 ahead, but I pull wide to the right then hard left over the first apex of the two at the
Marunouchi Subway Line turn which grants me a quicker, inside line on the second apex and I howl through into 3rd place cleanly and easily.
Pulling away I catch Ernst's Subaru in the long looping
Shuto Ko Expressway turn, and it seems his cold tyres are giving him understeer issues as he narrowly misses the Armco exiting the turn. I get a good run on him out of the final
Icho-Namiki Dori turn, going through into 2nd place as we conclude the first of 5 laps.
Back in the field, Oscar's Supra is looking fine as he navigates the fast turn by the
Jingu Baseball Stadium and Yves' backmarking Peugeot is still having the thrashing of a lifetime at his hands while he rounds the last turn, even if he's already lost touch with the pack.
Hard on the brakes for
Akasaka-Mitsuke turn again, and the weight shifts forward hard causing the front discs to glow orange in the dim light of the overpass' shade. The bulk of the Holden means that I have to dab the brakes through the fast kink by
Akasaka Palace, a turn I was able to power through with the Nissan's throttle wide open. Keeping the lines smooth, cutting the kerbs hard and avoiding any speed-sapping barrier brushes I'm able to cut into Rashid's lead before we hit the long straight again and he spools up the Lotus' turbo, under the "246" sign, to draw away by a few lengths.
Though I catch up through the
Shuto-Ko area, I'm not close enough to make a move at the
Marunouchi Subway Line turn this time, and I spent the remainder of lap 3 swarming around the back of the Lotus, trying to coax a mistake or an opening from Rashid, but he's learned well from his errors at Sarthe and isn't giving an inch here. Once again the increased power and lighter weight of his Lotus stretch the gap between us as we go into lap 4. My tyres are optimally warm now, and cornering is an finely balanced but fluid motion, allowing me to catch him into
Marunouchi Subway Line turn, slipping by in a similar fashion to that which Dae-Hyun's Honda succumbed to, as this filmstrip I was given by a trackside photographer shows.
Out in front, but with arguably the fastest car behind me, I have a flashback to my race here in the Nissan, when I had a moment of negligence similar to Rashid's at Sarthe, which also nearly cost me the race as a black Supra, very similar to that which Oscar is driving, pulled out a staggeringly quick final lap and caused my leading cushion to evaporate!
I'm thus concious of not having a repeat of that scare, and that means holding my nerve and focus for another lap and a half. I stare down the road, picking the turn-in points and braking zones and casting only the briefest of glances at the mirror to see where the Lotus is. I half expect to hear the banshee-wail of turbocharged V8 storming by me down the straight before we begin the final lap, but it never comes. He gets close into the sharp second turn, but nowhere near enough to make a meaningful move, and his challenge fades as he grazes the wall outside the first apex of the
Marunouchi Subway Line turn, scuffing the paintwork and spoiling his rhythm. He's never too far behind though and under 2s separates us at the finish line, and the large crowd here for the main event seems to have appreciated the race.
10 more points and $20,000 are mine, as my championship lead is restored. The guys pack up leisurely as they're staying on in Japan, but no such luck for me and I'm due on a flight back from Tokyo's Narita Airport later on. Thankfully the IDL is a help this way round, and I technically arrive back in San Francisco before I've left Tokyo due to the time shift, so I can make the sprint back to the city in time for another week of being a corporate desk-jockey...