Monday, September 6, 2010

Race :: Round 43 - Belgium Dashes Forward

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Victor Hugo Stéphane flies out of the final curve and shifts up, spinning the tires of the great yellow Duesenberg as he strains toward the finish line. Behind, in a last bid to catch the Belgian, Teide Sorolla-Ledaal presses around the curve in 3rd gear. His Bugatti skids through the curve. The Belgian has a dominating lead and it will be impossible for the Volcán to close the gap.

Meanwhile, coming out of the chicane, Hegkman suddenly accelerates away from Italy's Sebi Orsi and enters the final curve. The German's driving is precise and highly technical, while the Italian's car seems propelled forward only with the force of emotion. The Italian's attempt to force the German into difficulty has backfired and now the Teutonic knight has capitalized on the error. There is almost no way the Maserati can challenge the white Bugatti for third place at the finish.

Back at Lekböjen, Vitez Rychly, shot gravely, fades in and out of consciousness. Somehow, he pulls himself forward with one last heave toward the edge of the track just as the Portuguese driver cuts past the burning wreck of the orange Bugatti. The car misses Rychly's legs by inches as Gomes glances down and realizes his mistake – to have taken this side of the wreck was reckless.

To the right side of the wreck, the German gunman struggles up and lifts his pistol. He is bleeding, himself somehow shot from behind. He aims at Rychly as the Portuguese Bugatti speeds past, between the two. Suddenly, he hears a great roar from his left – there, bearing down on him is Aristide La Fountain in his the French blue Salmson. The huge racer cuts to the right, and slams into the German's arm, knocking the gun out of the shooter's hand. Another shot rings out from the wood line and the German gunman falls backward into the snowbank at the edge of the track, this time shot fatally.

Coming out of Storkurvan, the British driver, John Milk, accelerates forward, steering directly across the edge of the flames, nearly clipping the wreck of the Czech's Bugatti. His Amilcar races directly into the heat of the fire.

Farther back, the Finnish driver suddenly downshifts inexplicably. The momentum of the big Chrysler carries him forward at speed but it is clear that he will soon fall off the pace further as the tires skid slower. What is he up to? Perhaps he is slowing to ensure he can make it through the mess ahead.