The good news? I finished!
The bad news? I only got 8th.
I suppose that's what happens when your car's terrible to drive, you start at the rear, you have thought of strategy at all, and there's frame rate issues at the start. Naturally, I forgot how to drive in the draft, so I all but crashed at 130R on Lap 1. I caught back up, but the car was just too pushy to make a charge. Eventually, everyone began pitting, and that's when I had to start thinking strategy. The one advantage of a slow start was that there was a good amount of rubber left, so I chose a 2 stop strategy. I climbed all the way up to 3rd before doing my service, but to my dismay, I fell all the way back to 11th after, thanks to a long wait for gas.
I kept going, simply logging laps, until more cars came in for service. Then, I had two drivers catching up to me, who I let by easily, knowing that I had nothing for them. Unfortunately, I then noticed my tires were wearing faster than the first run, so I came in a lap earlier than planned. Crew chief said 19, but I didn't trust him, so I added 5 more. Again, I watched everyone zoom by me, but in my mind, I thought they would have to come in too.
Not quite.
I did catch up to someone, but they went in before I could benefit from their draft. After that, I barely noticed two cars way off in the distance, who I believe was Skeng and Dennis. With about 9 to go, I pretty much assumed they were going all the way, so there was no point in saving tires for someone coming from behind. It was go time!
Every lap, I pushed the massive school bus, ignoring the petulant yells from the rubber that I exceeded their limit. That blue GT-R driven by Skeng was coming closer on my screen, but that lap counter kept going up far too quickly. At best, I might have only one shot, and that's if I didn't screw up. With two to go, heading towards 130R, DRS finally came on, but it was at the worst possible time. I went in, and my nose didn't plant, sending me wide into the dirt. I worked that wheel like mad, and I saved that car, but lost whatever advantage I had.
One lap to go. 8th was just ahead of me.
My tires were worn, my driving got sloppy, but I was ever present on Skeng's rear view. Even going a bit wide at the hairpin, my school bus carried a head of steam towards Spoon, where I knew I had to get perfect for any hopes for an Alonso' type pass at 130R.
There was no need.
Skeng lost it entering Spoon, and promptly spun around, partially blocking the track. I pointed my nose inside, and barely snuck through. With a few more turns, I saw the most beautiful sight, a white and black flag signaling that I had made it to the promised land, late, but better than nothing.
This one's hard to read, but I believe it says 1:47:000:922