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Trial mountain 3 lapper.
It was a quiet morning till the phone startled me. I dont really like being disturbed on a monday morning... well not till my 3rd coffee.
"hello" I groaned
"Ving, how are you old pal?" said the overly chearful voice on the other end.
"eh?"
"So Ving, hows the racing going?" he asks "Haven't seen you on the race circuit for some time"
And it clicks...
"You bastard Mr X!" I exclaim angrily "you know full well that I havent raced for over a year!"
"Ahh yes, the accident. you were lucky to comr out of that alive"
"listen you smug ****, I still have it in me! It's not like I am washed-out...."
"prove it then, theres a race in 2 days at trial mountain for NA cars. I'll bring my new S4"
"YOURE ON!" barely able to controll myself I shakely put the phone down. What have I let myself in for....
I dont even have a car to race in... I'll have to buy one.
I duck down to the holden dealership to see whats there. The only decent cars on display are a grey commondore SS and a yellow monaro, so I purchase the SS.
RACE DAY
Before I know it race day is here and I am still in bed. I am totally not prepared for this but with the sleep in at least I feel rested.
I hop in my truck with SS in tow and speed down to the track hoping to get a qualifying lap in but am too late by far.
"ALL RACES TO THE GRID PLEASE!" Booms a voice over the PA. I just have time to register before I take the last place on the grid. I take a quick note of the field:
starting from the back..
SS, me
mustang
CLK 55
M3 cls
Vete GS
s4 ... the bastard glances back from his pole position and gives me a wink and a cheeky thumbs-up.
RED
AMBER
GREEN!
AND WE'RE OFF!
I have a crappy start, spinning my wheels slightly but catch up by turn 3 before the tunnel. The Merc has dropped to 5th and I take him easy along with the vete, and out the other side of the first tunnel I find myself side by side heading towards the tight hairpin with the M3 driver.
Luckily I am on the inside and he drops back so he can take a better line.
Just ahead I can see the Stang tailing MrX in his S4 and find myself on his tail before the last of the 3 tunnels and take him onthe inside.
less than 1/2 a lap and I am in 2nd not far behind my arch nemesis... this does wonders for my frayed nerves and I plant it coming out of the tunnel. By the end of the straight I am on X's tail and follow hima around the corner. We zig zag up the hill together and I pass him at the top, exchanging paint on the inside before rocketing down the hill.
Glancing in the rearvision mirror a fustrated and angry Mr X tosses my the bird and hammers on after me (he will have words about that scrape later no doubt).
at the end of lap one the positions are:
Me
Mr X less than a second behind
M3 has creaped into 3rd
Mustang
Vete
and CLK
I keep the pace up for the entire lap 2 not setting a wheel wrong the whole way and the positions dont change. I cant believe the pace I am setting, and as i glace back just before the main straight I see that Mr X has dropped off a touch.... AAAARRRGGG!
** important safety tip, DONT look back jsut before a corner **
I come up to the corner too hot and take it very untidy wich allows X to close the gap, and having take the cicane faster he pulls along side me along the main straight. I glance at him, he doesnt look back but has a determined look and an evil looking grin spead across his face. We exchange places thru the 3 tunnels and racing dow the back straight I have the lead agian but only just.
I take the sweeper at the bottom of the hill too carefully and He passes on the outside and clips me overtaking up the hill, but I am right on his tail all the way weaving back and forth looking for a gap. This guy is just too tidy! We reach the top of the hill and with 2 wheels on the grass I queeze past, rocketing past him dow the hill.. brake late and slam my foot coming out of the corner down the bottom!
I am squeezing everything out of the SS now trying to stay ahead. He smells defeat and it drives him forward to my bumper.
I am suddenly hit by a flashback... this is where he took me last lap.. right on this chicane! my palms become clammy an I am becomeing too tense. BUMP! its a nudge from behind. GOD HE'S CLOSE!
But the bump has shaken me out of the state I was in and I set my self up for the coming corners. from 4th gear down to 3rd and plant it out the other side. PERFECT!
I cross the line just ahead of Mr X, my spirits soaring. Its a win!
Bimmer is 2 secs down from X in 3rd... Gah! no one else matters.
elated I grab my trophy and prize money and head home to rest.
no dobt Mr X will want a rematch...
but that can wait.
Trial mountain 3 lapper.
It was a quiet morning till the phone startled me. I dont really like being disturbed on a monday morning... well not till my 3rd coffee.
"hello" I groaned
"Ving, how are you old pal?" said the overly chearful voice on the other end.
"eh?"
"So Ving, hows the racing going?" he asks "Haven't seen you on the race circuit for some time"
And it clicks...
"You bastard Mr X!" I exclaim angrily "you know full well that I havent raced for over a year!"
"Ahh yes, the accident. you were lucky to comr out of that alive"
"listen you smug ****, I still have it in me! It's not like I am washed-out...."
"prove it then, theres a race in 2 days at trial mountain for NA cars. I'll bring my new S4"
"YOURE ON!" barely able to controll myself I shakely put the phone down. What have I let myself in for....
I dont even have a car to race in... I'll have to buy one.
I duck down to the holden dealership to see whats there. The only decent cars on display are a grey commondore SS and a yellow monaro, so I purchase the SS.
RACE DAY
Before I know it race day is here and I am still in bed. I am totally not prepared for this but with the sleep in at least I feel rested.
I hop in my truck with SS in tow and speed down to the track hoping to get a qualifying lap in but am too late by far.
"ALL RACES TO THE GRID PLEASE!" Booms a voice over the PA. I just have time to register before I take the last place on the grid. I take a quick note of the field:
starting from the back..
SS, me
mustang
CLK 55
M3 cls
Vete GS
s4 ... the bastard glances back from his pole position and gives me a wink and a cheeky thumbs-up.
RED
AMBER
GREEN!
AND WE'RE OFF!
I have a crappy start, spinning my wheels slightly but catch up by turn 3 before the tunnel. The Merc has dropped to 5th and I take him easy along with the vete, and out the other side of the first tunnel I find myself side by side heading towards the tight hairpin with the M3 driver.
Luckily I am on the inside and he drops back so he can take a better line.
Just ahead I can see the Stang tailing MrX in his S4 and find myself on his tail before the last of the 3 tunnels and take him onthe inside.
less than 1/2 a lap and I am in 2nd not far behind my arch nemesis... this does wonders for my frayed nerves and I plant it coming out of the tunnel. By the end of the straight I am on X's tail and follow hima around the corner. We zig zag up the hill together and I pass him at the top, exchanging paint on the inside before rocketing down the hill.
Glancing in the rearvision mirror a fustrated and angry Mr X tosses my the bird and hammers on after me (he will have words about that scrape later no doubt).
at the end of lap one the positions are:
Me
Mr X less than a second behind
M3 has creaped into 3rd
Mustang
Vete
and CLK
I keep the pace up for the entire lap 2 not setting a wheel wrong the whole way and the positions dont change. I cant believe the pace I am setting, and as i glace back just before the main straight I see that Mr X has dropped off a touch.... AAAARRRGGG!
** important safety tip, DONT look back jsut before a corner **
I come up to the corner too hot and take it very untidy wich allows X to close the gap, and having take the cicane faster he pulls along side me along the main straight. I glance at him, he doesnt look back but has a determined look and an evil looking grin spead across his face. We exchange places thru the 3 tunnels and racing dow the back straight I have the lead agian but only just.
I take the sweeper at the bottom of the hill too carefully and He passes on the outside and clips me overtaking up the hill, but I am right on his tail all the way weaving back and forth looking for a gap. This guy is just too tidy! We reach the top of the hill and with 2 wheels on the grass I queeze past, rocketing past him dow the hill.. brake late and slam my foot coming out of the corner down the bottom!
I am squeezing everything out of the SS now trying to stay ahead. He smells defeat and it drives him forward to my bumper.
I am suddenly hit by a flashback... this is where he took me last lap.. right on this chicane! my palms become clammy an I am becomeing too tense. BUMP! its a nudge from behind. GOD HE'S CLOSE!
But the bump has shaken me out of the state I was in and I set my self up for the coming corners. from 4th gear down to 3rd and plant it out the other side. PERFECT!
I cross the line just ahead of Mr X, my spirits soaring. Its a win!
Bimmer is 2 secs down from X in 3rd... Gah! no one else matters.
elated I grab my trophy and prize money and head home to rest.
no dobt Mr X will want a rematch...
but that can wait.
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