
England dashes clear of the threatening Scot, Alastair MacDougall, who shakes his fist at the green Amilcar and then skids sideways to hold on through the curve. Just then, Italy's famous driver, Sebi Orsi, races alongside. Helveta! They are too close!! Orsi misjudges the skidding Scottish car – the Scot's tires scrape into the left rear wheel hub of his Maserati, causing severe damage. A hard grimace is fixed on Orsi's face, he glances over just in time to see a group of Swedish lady fans swoon, several fainting at the sight of their beloved driver now at risk. For him, the next phase of the race is now transformed to a question of survival. Perhaps he will ease off to make it to the pits for a fast repair – yet Orsi is well known for his devil-may-care attitude, less suitable perhaps for the ice than for the warm Mediterranean circuits.
Through the pack, dodging across the debris littered track, comes Switzerland's Petrus de Salvion Bernardus. Ah, but he too takes damage to the under body of his Bugatti! Nonetheless, he pulls close behind Monaco as the second pack prepares to dash toward Storkurvan. Behind, Sweden and Finland are now the last two cars, yet perfectly positioned for the dance to come as they maneuver gracefully through Höksböjen, side by side, the Monza and the big Chrysler in a battle for last place.
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