The Belgian, Victor Hugo Stéphane, is victorious and now shifts down to begin his victory lap. Suddenly, Norway's Teide Sorolla-Ledaal flashes past, out of control and running too fast to manage the curve just after the finish line! He spins off into the snow, wedging the car into a snow bank. The Volcán is done for the day. A cloud of steam erupts from the Bugatti's radiator as he stands up and waves jauntily to the crowd, which continues cheering him on. Yet more and more, the crowd recognizes the Belgian's victory. Many rush onto the track and wave their hats in a salute.
Vying for third place, Godeschalk Hegkman speeds out onto the final straight toward the finish line. He ducks down behind the windshield, leaning forward to get every inch out of the car's performance. As the curve looms ahead, a quick glance behind assures him that Italy's Sebi Orsi remains too far back to challenge for the last podium spot. He smiles and eases off – it has been a perfect race.
Coming out of the Hårnålskurva hairpin, Pedro Gomes shifts up to run the straight. Yet he cannot possibly hold off the Frenchman, Aristide La Fontaine, whose blue Salmson roars by in higher gear. Britain's John Milk takes into the hairpin conservatively, but is well-positioned for the challenge ahead. It is possible to catch the French and Portuguese cars up and the green Amilcar is in reasonable condition. The race for fourth place could well be decided here on this final straight as these last three cars, head toward the narrow forested chicane ahead.
Finally, Tavho Myrsky brings his great white Chrysler to a halt beside the downed Czech driver, Vitez Rychly. He reaches out and pulls the Czech's body around, preparing to lift him into the cockpit. No other car on the track (except perhaps the French Salmson) could take the Czech on board, but the Chrysler is a huge race car – a real American ice beast. The flames from Rychly's Bugatti singe the back tire of the Finn's car, but despite the heat and the risk of the gunfire – which has died down for the moment – Myrsky proves himself to be as daring as noble in his rescue.
Back on the straight up ahead, the big German Mercedes SSLK skids onto the track from around the corner of pit area. Heading south against the traffic, the driver grins as he realizes he is heading directly toward the Frenchman's Salmson racer – he guns the engine and shifts up to 3rd gear. Helvete! The two are on a collision course!! Is the German driver a veteran of the Great War? In the back of the Mercedes, the second German pulls himself into the car's rear seat. He fires another round from his Mauser pistol into the air.
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