Teide “Volcán” Sorolla-Ledaal fumbles his gear handle as he exits Hårnålskurva. The breakaway was there for the taking, but now, it will likely turn into a race into the chicane against the Belgium. The door is now open for the yellow Duesenberg, which slides perfectly into the hairpin in close pursuit. The narrow lanes of the forested section of the track beckon as the two vie for the first spot on the podium. Yet the Norwegian is ahead – an advantage that might carry him through to the end.Out on the ice, Vitez Rychly slides his orange Bugatti gracefully into the Lekböjen chicane – he shifts up into 5th gear, confident of a podium finish. Rychly glances back to see both the German car and the Italian in hot pursuit.... Suddenly, he realizes the Teutonic knight seems fixated.... Is he out of control?
No! The German slides, Rychly tries to cut to the side, but it is impossible – the white Bugatti of the German crashes into the already damaged Czech car, tearing the Czech's rear wheel from its axle. Over the roar of the engines, Rychly hears what sounds like the German's hard laugh – could he be imagining it? He suddenly remembers the Grand Prix d'Algiers at Staouéli.... There, at the embassy, he had struck Hegkman, his hatred of all things German taking him over the moment.... That was an insult never repaid. Now, it seems the tables are turned and the German is evening the score.E ven without looking, Rychly feels German's eyes burning through him – his car begins to skid toward the snow drift, out of control. Rychly's eyes focus on the distant wood line and he sees three figures emerge at the icy edge of the lake.... In a flash, he realizes the first is VV.... She is trying to run forward toward him – and there are two men.... They grab her and pull her back toward the trees.
Back at Barrböjen, the Swiss and Scottish cars separate and spin to a stop in the curve. Both Petrus de Salvion and Alastair MacDougall climb quickly out of the cockpit, battered but okay. The cars are damaged beyond immediate repair, all that is left to do is to get to the safety of the snowbank off the side of the track. Both drivers look back and see the French driver, Aristide La Fontaine, press past the big Chrysler of Tavho Myrsky.
Just behind, the British Amilcar skids dangerously out Fiskekroken, at the very edge of a spin out. Somehow, John Milk holds the car to the track as he nearly collides with the wreck of the Alfa Romeo Tipo B that rests directly in front of the stands along the finish line straight.
The Portuguese Bugatti follows, with Pedro Gomes in perfect control.
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