Chapter 7: Fighting At Fuji.
There are many places in the world which immediately conjure mental images when you hear their names mentioned, but few can invariably generate the same picture in such clarity as Japan's iconic
Mt. Fuji.
On a clear day it's massive silhouette dominates the skyline behind the buildings of Tokyo even though it's 60 miles distant from the city. It's name has also been given, to name but a few examples, to a variety of apple, the well known Fuji Film photography giant and the Tokyo based Fuji TV station whose headquarters are housed in one of the world's most bizarre looking buildings:
Once again I'd arrived at Narita airport outside Tokyo, but this time I was bussed out to the town of
Oyama in
Shizuoka Prefecture situated in the foothills of the great volcanic peak where the Toyota-owned Fuji International Speedway resides. After the 2007 F1 fiasco with all flags and banners supporting any other team, except Toyota, banned due to the circuit's ownership and bias, you felt somewhat guilty arriving with a non-Toyota vehicle! No surprises then that Oscar & his Supra were singled out for favourable treatment here, much to his delight, but with 2 more Japanese cars in the field, each with their own loyal set of fanatical followers, there's enough non-Toyota presence so as not to feel too intimidated.
The pre-race checks on my car went well, and all of the other drivers had stopped by with their own tales of the week they'd spent after the Tokyo race, each offering the odd tip here and there about the Fuji track that they'd learned during their qualifying session the previous day. Rashid, it seemed, had departed Tokyo somewhat earlier than the others, coming up to Fuji to shakedown his Lotus, getting to know the circuit layout and restoring the paintwork he'd scraped on the Tokyo Armco, well, paying someone else to restore it for him anyway!
There was a certain inevitability displayed with the starting grid, and I shared my own experience of good launches with Ernst who was starting his tractable Subaru from the other slot on the front row, but with the outside line in the run down to
Daiichi or "First Corner" in English.
Suiting up and pulling on my gloves, shoes & helmet, I was ready to race once more, clambering into the Holden's driving seat before awakening the demon under the bonnet which burbles to life with only minor provocation. The back spot on the grid was mine again, so I pulled into my starting box on the left side of straight after the formation lap. I was directly behind Oscar's Supra, in turn behind Ernst's Impreza as we wait for the lights. Revs rose, my heart thumped and I felt my pulse throbbing in my temples as I did my best to clear my mind...
Go! The clutch engaged and Yves' Peugeot slid by on my right like it was accelerating in slo-mo and I eased out in front of him to go around Oscar. My view of the leaders getting away was obscured by the Toyota and the Honda as I used the stump-pulling torque of the Holden's motor to go by them into 3rd place. I was, however, given a good view though of Ernst, on the left and in front of Rashid, braking hard for
Daiichi and turning in hard right to find a Lotus with it's brakes locked coming up the inside!
There's contact, apparently for the second time within the first 20s of the race, as I learned from the pictures that a fan sat on the S/F straight took time to show us later. It seems the Lotus' clutch had started to slip as it launched, and Ernst's new launch technique for the Subaru was paying dividends and he surged off the grid heading for the lead spot. Inexplicably Rashid began to drift left and made brief contact with the Subaru, almost forcing it onto the grass before tucking in behind and continuing on to the first bend, where it would appear his overexuberant lunge saw 2 shades of blue paint swap cars again.
Somehow the Lotus escaped with the lead as we headed down to
Coca-Cola Corner, and I was able to close on a disgruntled, probably furious Ernst, whom I passed around the outside of
100R before outbraking him into
Hairpin Corner taking me into 2nd place. The new Fuji circuit has a good mix of slow and quick corners, but it's the fearsome fast turns and long straight that have me worried as the Lotus pulls away down towards
Dunlop Corner.
He was slow and wayward going into
Panasonic Corner and I hurled the Holden into the gap he left. Guilty of overexuberance myself though, I ran up deep onto the rumble strip kicking up a dustcloud before I manhandled the car back onto the tarmac.
The Lotus ate up my brief lead and vanquished me to 2nd place again just after we began lap 2 to commence what was shaping up to be a great dogfight between us.
I tried the same move, round
100R and into
Hairpin Corner, that I'd used on the Subaru, and momentarily it seemed to work, but I'd gone too deep into the tight bend and the Lotus' cleaner line pulled him back into top spot. A much better executed repetition of my pass at the final turn, as the Lotus breathed fire, saw me back in front onto the straightaway again, but I wasn't free of Rashid's attentions yet, his Lotus again strolling past me at full pelt, though this time later than before, giving me the opportunity to demonstrate an immaculate pass on him into
Daiichi.
I hoped he was taking notes!
Unbeknownst to me he was still struggling with a slipping clutch and as we exited the bend he dropped back abruptly, missing the shift from 2nd to 3rd crunching the cogs in the process. While he pushed as hard as possible for the remainder of the race he was unable to get close to my Holden again as I enjoyed the scenery for the last 3 laps and wondered why I was able to dominate like this after the excitement of the early stages of the race?
The Holden gobbled up the distance to the line in a copybook manner (with some guidance from me, obviously!) and I took the flag with an astonishing 6.8s winning margin! I couldn't argue though, I'd gained a stranglehold on the championship and was returning home with more prizemoney that we desperately needed.
Back in
parc-ferme, the war-wounds on the Lotus and Subaru were plain to see, and it took Oscar & myself considerable effort to restrain Ernst as he launched a torrent of German abuse Rashid's way and strode angrily towards the Arab, who took advantage of our intervention and Dae-Hyun rushed him away from a potential bout of fisticuffs. We pacified Ernst a little, and the fan with the photos arrived to give us his take on things. Sadly I couldn't stick around too long, eventually leaving a calmer Ernst discussing the finer engineering points of the fan's Nikon camera. Typical! As I prepared to leave the circuit, bound for the airport and corporate drudgery again, I heard whispers of Rashid being summoned to the race stewards office.
But, of course, I'd have to wait until the next race to find out exactly what went on...
Special thanks to TB for his help in getting my GTP background colours correct for the camera images. 👍