rec.autos.simulators

I tend to find it difficult to accurately work out where the other cars are
when I'm in traffic, so I often switch out to the F10 view & back to check
how close I am to a car beside me. It takes practice otherwise it can be
disorienting, but it's a trade off either way. In the***pit you get a
better feel for the road ahead, particularly over crests, but your
peripheral vision is very limited compared to real life (LFS is much better
in this respect imo) so to compensate for the lack of peripheral vision, I
use the F10 view briefly, usually mid-corner to see to either side. For
short periods the sound of the car behind you is enough to help compensate
for the lack of mirrors, but you can't stay in F10 view for very long in a
race imo.

I race in one league (the Brit League) that only allows the***pit view,
and I'm no slower or faster, but I tend to take less risks in traffic so in
that respect sticking to only one view slows me down.

Malc.

You'll get there faster if you get in the seat. :)

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    [clop clop clop]
    [whinny whinny]
GALAHAD:  They're nervous, sire.
ARTHUR:  Then we'd best leave them here and carry on on foot.
Dis-mount!
TIM:  Behold the cave of Caerbannog!
ARTHUR:  Right!  Keep me covered.
GALAHAD:  What with?
ARTHUR:  W-- just keep me covered.
TIM:  Too late!
    [dramatic chord]
ARTHUR:  What?
TIM:  There he is!
ARTHUR:  Where?
TIM:  There!
ARTHUR:  What, behind the rabbit?
TIM:  It is the rabbit!
ARTHUR:  You silly sod!
TIM:  What?
ARTHUR:  You got us all worked up!
TIM:  Well, that's no ordinary rabbit.
ARTHUR:  Ohh.
TIM:  That's the most foul, cruel, and bad-tempered rodent you ever set
eyes
    on.
ROBIN:  You tit!  I soiled my armor I was so scared!
TIM:  Look, that rabbit's got a vicious streak a mile wide; it's a
killer!
GALAHAD:  Get stuffed!
TIM:  He'll do you up a treat mate!
GALAHAD:  Oh, yeah?
ROBIN:  You mangy scots git!
TIM:  I'm warning you!
ROBIN:  What's he do, nibble your bum?
TIM:  He's got huge, sharp-- eh-- he can leap about-- look at the bones!
ARTHUR:  Go on, Bors.  Chop his head off!
BORS:  Right!  Silly little bleeder.  One rabbit stew comin' right up!
TIM:  Look!
    [squeak]
BORS:  Aaaugh!
    [dramatic chord]
    [clunk]
ARTHUR:  Jesus Christ!
TIM:  I warned you!
ROBIN:  I done it again!
TIM:  I warned you, but did you listen to me?  Oh, no, you knew it all,
didn't
    you?  Oh, it's just a harmless little bunny, isn't it?  Well, it's
always
    the same.  I always tell them--
ARTHUR:  Oh, shut up!
TIM:  Do they listen to me?
ARTHUR:  Right!
TIM:  Oh, no...
KNIGHTS:  Charge!
    [squeak squeak squeak]
KNIGHTS:  Aaaaugh!, Aaaugh!, etc.
ARTHUR:  Run away!  Run away!
KNIGHTS:  Run away!  Run away!...
TIM:  Ha ha ha ha!  Ha haw haw!  Ha!  Ha ha!
ARTHUR:  Right.  How many did we lose?
LAUNCELOT:  Gawain.
GALAHAD:  Ector.
ARTHUR:  And Bors.  That's five.
GALAHAD:  Three, sir.
ARTHUR:  Three.  Three.  And we'd better not risk another frontal
***.
    That rabbit's dynamite.
ROBIN:  Would it help to confuse it if we run away more?
ARTHUR:  Oh, shut up and go and change your armor.
GALAHAD:  Let us taunt it!  It may become so cross that it will make a
mistake.
ARTHUR:  Like what?
GALAHAD:  Well... ooh.
LAUNCELOT:  Have we got bows?
ARTHUR:  No.
LAUNCELOT:  We have the Holy Hand Grenade.
ARTHUR:  Yes, of course!  The Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch!  'Tis one of
the
    sacred relics Brother Maynard carries with him!  Brother Maynard!
Bring up
    the Holy Hand Grenade!
MONKS:  [chanting]  Pie Iesu domine, dona eis requiem.  Pie Iesu domine,
dona
    eis requiem.  Pie Iesu domine, dona eis requiem.  Pie Iesu domine,
dona eis
    requiem.
ARTHUR:  How does it, um-- how does it work?
LAUNCELOT:  I know not, my liege.
ARTHUR:  Consult the Book of Armaments!
BROTHER MAYNARD:  Armaments, Chapter Two, verses Nine to Twenty-one.
SECOND BROTHER:  And Saint Attila raised the hand grenade up on high,
saying,
    'O Lord, bless this thy hand grenade that with it thou mayest blow
thine
    enemies to tiny bits, in thy mercy.'  And the Lord did grin, and the
people
    did feast upon the lambs and sloths and carp and anchovies and
orangutans
    and breakfast cereals and fruit bats and large chu--
MAYNARD:  Skip a bit, Brother.
SECOND BROTHER:  And the Lord spake, saying, 'First shalt thou take out
the
    Holy Pin.  Then, shalt thou count to three, no more, no less.  Three
shalt
    be the number thou shalt count, and the number of the counting shall
be
    three.  Four shalt thou not count, nor either count thou two,
excepting
    that thou then proceed to three.  Five is right out.  Once the
number
    three, being the third number, be reached, then lobbest thou thy
Holy Hand
    Grenade of Antioch towards thy foe, who, being *** in my sight,
shall
   ***it.'
MAYNARD:  Amen.
KNIGHTS:  Amen.
ARTHUR:  Right!  One... two... five!
GALAHAD:  Three, sir!
ARTHUR:  Three!
    [angels sing]
    [boom]
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Etc.....

Beers and cheers
(uncle) Goy
"goyl at nettx dot no"

http://www.racesimcentral.net/

"A man is only as old as the woman he feels........"
--Groucho Marx--

          Thankyou Goy...We here in the States always pronounced Atilla the
Hun as:
uhh-TILL-uh.  I haven't been able to repeat that for 30 years..it's now
Saint AT-ill-ah or as near as a Brit as I can make it...  :0

dave henrie

Anyway, I've just copied your address from this post to my home mail and
I'll send it tonight.

Kev

-jde