Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Day Six: Co Pilote Has No Voice

Six days of calls in 36 odd speed sections, marinated in fuel and oil mist
in our 47 year old Jaguar has rendered my voice so husky I sound like Marlon
Brando. Which is appropriate given the horns of the lady sound ‘The Godfather’
sound track. Somewhat tiring after 2600 kilometres but there you go…Today we
left the stunning caves and castles of Guanajuato to head to Aguascaliantes.
450 km and no fewer than 9 speed sections. Straight into Delores Hidalgo: a
6.55km blast through the dusty plains. Lots of ravines and edges..spooky.

We were a good team today, all worked our socks off: impeccable time
card, no fines, never late; everything spot on. We have been fighting all week
since the drama of a troubled car on day one but are cutting our way through
the pack [which includes Jocham Mass- the ex F1 driver]. Some of the cars
[different classes prevail] have 600Bhp and way the same as ours. Rockets.
Called the turns well, F drove beautifully [other than a brief second on the
edge [my edge- naturally] so we were on the money.

Last speed section after 300km of transito at 150km/ph was on
Aguascaliantes Nascar racetrack: an oval bowl. I do not recommend being a
passenger in a car in such an event. Gravitational pull and concrete walls
change one’s mood quite quickly. Finished it, held our own with a Mustang and
an Alfa and screamed into town with police escort and absolutely no regard for
any laws whatsoever. Only in Mexico.

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