dangerously-narcotic-like GPL Uwe Schrkamp has created the most ***ive
substance my body has yet encountered......
I just *had* to keep going at the 'ring last night until I had got a time
that would put my ranking ahead of self-proclaimed slowpoke Eldred.
First lap: 11:45 Whoops. That'll teach me for trying the 'ring in a
strange car (Eagle) rather than my normal Ferrari
Second lap: 10:30 Better, but it's back to the Ferrari for me....
Third lap: 10:08 Yep, I do prefer the Ferrari. But this is the sixth time
that I've done a 10:08 lap. Why do I keep crashing with such consistency?
Fourth lap 10:05 *Success*, my fastest ever - but still not enough to
overhaul Eldred.
At this point by better half wanders in and sits down to watch. For five
seconds. "I don't know what you see in that game", she says, upon leaving,
"and why does the engine have to be so loud?". I find myself trying to
explain the thrill of a howling, snarling Ferrari - to an empty room.
Fifth lap 9:45 Amazing! My mind races to see try and calculate if that's
enough to overtake Eldred. The e***ment's too much, and my mental
arithmetic starts to fail. Anyway - I'm sure I can go a bit faster
still..........
Sixth lap: 9:38 Yep - I can go faster! And I'm still having a fair few
"moments" per lap. That means I can go faster still. That means another
lap is in order........
Seventh lap: 9:33 That's taken around 35 seconds off my lap record! I
vaguely notice that it has got dark, and the rest of the house is rather
quiet. Reluctantly I shut down the PC, my hand lingering on the wheel as I
drag myself up out of my seat.
Eldred has been overtaken!
But - he's still around six seconds faster than me at Monaco, not to mention
Spa (4s) and Zandvoort (4s).
You know what that means, don't you............I mean I *could* stop if I
wanted to........honest...........I *am* in control.............am I?
Ian
Ian Riches,
Bedford, UK