The drivers all press forward, the field bunching up tightly as they jostle for position.Only scant inches separate the racers, yet there are no collisions! Vitez Rychly heads to the far right lane, as Germany's Godeschalk Hegkman cuts to the left and passes him. It's Hegkman to take the lead! The German throws a fist up as he flies by, but the cool Czech does not respond, his eyes are focused on the curve coming up.
The Portuguese driver, Pedro Gomes, pulls forward to parallel the Czech driver, barely edging him out for 2nd place, but that is likely to be temporary. Over the next few moments, the lead will likely shift many times as the racers vie for position.
Belgium's Victor Hugo Stéphane presses in closely behind Portugal while John Milk of Britain skids forward, despite fumbling his gear lever. His Amilcar's benzine fuel additives kick in to give him at least an equivalent start as the others, an advantage his car enjoys, thanks to the influence of his countryman, Wing Commander Baits, some months ago in Algiers.
Norway, Denmark and Switzerland forge on in a tight knot. There is no room for error now.
Suddenly, vaulting forward along the side is Sebi Orsi, whose Maserati leaps forward like red stallion skirting the edge of the pack. He is clearly seeking clear track ahead and dares to chance the opportunity to maneuver through the field toward the front.
Farther back, Monaco and France skid forward as both drivers shift up, while Sweden dodges artfully around the stalled Finnish driver who, having gotten the car back into gear, is now spinning his tires. The Finn floors the gas pedal of the big Chrysler as the roar of its large engine drowns out the cheers of the crowd. Many Finnish race fans are here to see Tavho Myrsky show the world what Finns can do on the ice.
Finally, the Scottish nationalist, Alastair MacDougall, slides up the rear of the Swedish car. The Amilcar's white saltire on blue haunts the pack from behind, a dangerous portent of things to come.
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