No puede quedar sin crónica una carrera tan buena y peculiar para mi. Anduve P3 casi todo el tiempo y tuve el podio al alcance de la mano, pero una confusión me dejó fuera... merecidamente, porque ahora lo cuento.
En la salida, escapé del incidente y pude salir de T1 ileso, P3 con unos segundos de ventaja. Los de delante eran inalcanzables para mi, pero, para mi sorpresa, en las primera vueltas vi que aguantaba por detrás, Tago no se acercaba. Pronto lo adelantó Doni, y el sí que mantenía la distancia y al cabo de pocas vueltas la empezó a recortar, poco a poco. Fue una parte muy divertida que duró bastante: él iba un poco más rápido que yo, pero tenía un margen que me permitiría resistir hasta cerca del final, descontando segundos a medida que pasaban las 32 vueltas. Y así fue, no me alcanzó hasta que quedaban 5 o 6 vueltas y le aguanté tanto como pude, pero en la antepenúltima me pudo coger el rebufo y pasarme en la recta larga, y me preparé para devolvérsela en la penúltima... No conseguí hacerlo igual de limpio que Doni, sino que lo saqué de la pista un poco
Ahí empezó la parte absurda del final de la carrera: volví a la pista delante, sin prisa para que recuperara su posición, pero no quiso, así que aceleré, pensando que quizá mi impresión de que lo había sacado era errónea (luego vi en la repe que sí lo había tocado malamente). Justo detrás de nosotros llegaba Blood, que no forzó el doblaje porque ya era su última vuelta y nos vio enzarzados y debió pensar que no tenía ninguna necesidad de arriesgar nada y a lo mejor el espectáculo era digno de ver. El caso es que al pasar la línea de meta, yo 0,1s delante de Doni, que me alcanzaba ya a todo gas, vimos la bandera a cuadros para Blood, que iba justo detrás, y nos dejamos ir en T1, a falta de una vuelta pero confundidos por la bandera.
Doni se dio cuen y volvió a la pista y terminó P3, yo no y quedé P4 a una vuelta sin haber sido doblado en la carrera. Moraleja: cuando veas la bandera a cuadros, asegúrate de que es para ti
grats, Blood
Stewart
& Doni
A race so good and peculiar for me cannot remain without a chronicle. I was P3 almost all the time and I had the podium at hand, but a confusion left me out ... deservedly.
At the start, I escaped the incident and was able to get out of T1 unscathed, P3 with a few seconds of advantage. Those in front were unattainable for me, but, to my surprise, in the first laps I saw that I could keep the distance behind me, Tago was not getting closer. Doni soon overtook him, and he did keep his distance and after a few laps he began to get closer, little by little. It was a really fun part that lasted a long time: he was a little faster than me, but I had a margin that would allow me to hold out until near the end. And so it was, he did not reach me until there were 5 or 6 laps left and I held him as long as I could, but in L30 he was able to catch the slipstream and pass me on the long straight, and I prepared to give it back to him in tehe next ... but I didn't make it just as clean as Doni, I took him off the track
That is when the absurd part of the end of the race began: I returned to the track in front, slow to let him regain his position, but he didn't want to, so I accelerated, thinking that perhaps my impression that I had taken him off was wrong (after the race I saw in the I reply that I had played it bad). Right behind us came Blood, who didn't try lapping us because it was already his last lap and he saw us fighting and he must have thought that he had no need to risk and maybe the show was worth seeing. The fact is that when we passed the finish line, me 0.1s ahead of Doni, who was already catching up at full throttle, we saw the checkered flag for Blood, who was just behind, and we let the cars stop in T1... one lap too early.
Doni noticed it and returned to the track and finished P3, I did not and I was P4 one lap down without having been lapped in the race. Moral: when you see the checkered flag, make sure it's for you