Finland presses on, his tires smoking black as he struggles to retain the lead. He is now carrying too much speed as the heavy weight of the Chrysler Special skids into the next curve at Place Messéna, only barely in Tavho Myrsky's control. Meanwhile, Megane Omalie of Norway cuts to the outside lane at the perfect speed to address the next curve. She glances back to see Sweden's Rutger Hägglund slide gracefully into position directly behind -- the Shark is moving in. It has become a race of three for the lead, yet the crowd is fixated upon the smoking wreck of Monaco's car as it grinds to a halt blocking the inside lane of Avenue de la Victoire. As the other racers bear down on the damaged Alfa, the Monegasque driver, Louis de Montignac, leaps from the cockpit seeking the shelter of the palms along the curve of the Jardin. He slips and falls as he jumps clear, hot oil spitting out from the bottom of the car. Struggling up, he staggers away, clutching his right leg tightly, clearly in pain. Belgium breaks left away from the stricken Alfa cutting to the outside of the curve and crossing paths as Czechoslovakia pulls in to overtake the yellow Bugatti via the center lane. No less daring, both France's Aristide La Fontaine and Germany's Godeschalk Hegkman press ahead to set up for the curve but find the way blocked ahead by the two Bugatti racers. Close behind, hurtling out from the curve at Hôtel Ruhl, Britain's John Milk makes a dash to try to rejoin the second group. Yet seeming to sense the futility of such chase, Italy's Sebi Orsi instead smoothly rolls onto the straight, his Maserati seeming to strain forward as if desiring a have a go against the Britisher -- yet he holds off to give the green Amilcar some space. What is this? Is that a smile on Orsi's face? At the back of the pack, Switzerland now rounds the curve at Hôtel Ruhl smoothly. Yet suddenly vaulting out last place, Spain's Teide Sorolla dashes forward to overtake the red and white Bugatti! Is this the famed trademark of the "Volcán" that we have heard so much about? Until now, it was as if we are watching a Sunday driver -- but now, the "Volcán" seems to be suddenly alive with speed…. He is like an explosion of power… [BOOM] What was that? Mon Dieu! Une explosion!! There by the back of the pits…. All eyes turn! What has happened? [BOOM] Une autre! A second one at the other end!! A fireball suddenly leaps up toward the sky!!!
Saturday, April 25, 2009
Race :: Round 18 - A Daring Advance!
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Finland presses on, his tires smoking black as he struggles to retain the lead. He is now carrying too much speed as the heavy weight of the Chrysler Special skids into the next curve at Place Messéna, only barely in Tavho Myrsky's control. Meanwhile, Megane Omalie of Norway cuts to the outside lane at the perfect speed to address the next curve. She glances back to see Sweden's Rutger Hägglund slide gracefully into position directly behind -- the Shark is moving in. It has become a race of three for the lead, yet the crowd is fixated upon the smoking wreck of Monaco's car as it grinds to a halt blocking the inside lane of Avenue de la Victoire. As the other racers bear down on the damaged Alfa, the Monegasque driver, Louis de Montignac, leaps from the cockpit seeking the shelter of the palms along the curve of the Jardin. He slips and falls as he jumps clear, hot oil spitting out from the bottom of the car. Struggling up, he staggers away, clutching his right leg tightly, clearly in pain. Belgium breaks left away from the stricken Alfa cutting to the outside of the curve and crossing paths as Czechoslovakia pulls in to overtake the yellow Bugatti via the center lane. No less daring, both France's Aristide La Fontaine and Germany's Godeschalk Hegkman press ahead to set up for the curve but find the way blocked ahead by the two Bugatti racers. Close behind, hurtling out from the curve at Hôtel Ruhl, Britain's John Milk makes a dash to try to rejoin the second group. Yet seeming to sense the futility of such chase, Italy's Sebi Orsi instead smoothly rolls onto the straight, his Maserati seeming to strain forward as if desiring a have a go against the Britisher -- yet he holds off to give the green Amilcar some space. What is this? Is that a smile on Orsi's face? At the back of the pack, Switzerland now rounds the curve at Hôtel Ruhl smoothly. Yet suddenly vaulting out last place, Spain's Teide Sorolla dashes forward to overtake the red and white Bugatti! Is this the famed trademark of the "Volcán" that we have heard so much about? Until now, it was as if we are watching a Sunday driver -- but now, the "Volcán" seems to be suddenly alive with speed…. He is like an explosion of power… [BOOM] What was that? Mon Dieu! Une explosion!! There by the back of the pits…. All eyes turn! What has happened? [BOOM] Une autre! A second one at the other end!! A fireball suddenly leaps up toward the sky!!!
Finland presses on, his tires smoking black as he struggles to retain the lead. He is now carrying too much speed as the heavy weight of the Chrysler Special skids into the next curve at Place Messéna, only barely in Tavho Myrsky's control. Meanwhile, Megane Omalie of Norway cuts to the outside lane at the perfect speed to address the next curve. She glances back to see Sweden's Rutger Hägglund slide gracefully into position directly behind -- the Shark is moving in. It has become a race of three for the lead, yet the crowd is fixated upon the smoking wreck of Monaco's car as it grinds to a halt blocking the inside lane of Avenue de la Victoire. As the other racers bear down on the damaged Alfa, the Monegasque driver, Louis de Montignac, leaps from the cockpit seeking the shelter of the palms along the curve of the Jardin. He slips and falls as he jumps clear, hot oil spitting out from the bottom of the car. Struggling up, he staggers away, clutching his right leg tightly, clearly in pain. Belgium breaks left away from the stricken Alfa cutting to the outside of the curve and crossing paths as Czechoslovakia pulls in to overtake the yellow Bugatti via the center lane. No less daring, both France's Aristide La Fontaine and Germany's Godeschalk Hegkman press ahead to set up for the curve but find the way blocked ahead by the two Bugatti racers. Close behind, hurtling out from the curve at Hôtel Ruhl, Britain's John Milk makes a dash to try to rejoin the second group. Yet seeming to sense the futility of such chase, Italy's Sebi Orsi instead smoothly rolls onto the straight, his Maserati seeming to strain forward as if desiring a have a go against the Britisher -- yet he holds off to give the green Amilcar some space. What is this? Is that a smile on Orsi's face? At the back of the pack, Switzerland now rounds the curve at Hôtel Ruhl smoothly. Yet suddenly vaulting out last place, Spain's Teide Sorolla dashes forward to overtake the red and white Bugatti! Is this the famed trademark of the "Volcán" that we have heard so much about? Until now, it was as if we are watching a Sunday driver -- but now, the "Volcán" seems to be suddenly alive with speed…. He is like an explosion of power… [BOOM] What was that? Mon Dieu! Une explosion!! There by the back of the pits…. All eyes turn! What has happened? [BOOM] Une autre! A second one at the other end!! A fireball suddenly leaps up toward the sky!!!
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