The last race of the season, and only 5 points in it. Everything is there to be won, everything is there to be lost. Luck vs skill; which one will get you through and when? We ponder this thought, but find no comfort here.
The pit crew resembles the aftermath of a football brawl. Kirkus takes what he has left, assembles a half-decent collection, and hopes for the best.
Where’s Waldo?
Who?
Exactly.
We take a fresh look at the role of reserve drivers, and how to exploit them for fun and profit.
But then we return to the vexed question of why the factory does not seem to generate as many improvement points / percent as it claims it does, and explore a new theory on the subject.
Unfortunately the mystery continues. We ask the devs to throw us a bone on this, but whether they will…
Freddie finally gets to see his own bed for the first time in 11 months. Whether anyone else is in it when he gets home is a question which is yet to be answered. Probably not because he’s later out blabbing to Luke Finlay-Maxwell.
Gary rolls the dice on upgrading our production parts, then has to cut and run to the carry over parts.
Winston Margate is still hovering around first position in the APS. He’s harder to get rid of than flies at a barbecue. In the WMC, things are looking grim for the Italians. Can they stage a comeback, or will the Germans get their revenge on the rest of the world for their World Cup debacle?
Silvia’s scouting centre continues to yield a bountiful harvest of deadbeats and people who aren’t prepared to talk to us.
Tyres and Black Sea don’t mix. We contemplate a way to work around this.
Ernie Heckelrock attempts to butter Kirkus up to try to help buffer him from being “Blattered”. Unfortunately butter is a little cheap to buy Kirkus.
All this and maybe a little more coming up in the leadup to the final race of virtual 2018 at the Black Sea.