Crossing the finish line with Teutonic flair, Germany's Godeschalk Hegkman takes third place – a sorely needed podium showing for the white knight. In his joy, Hegkman forgets to shift down to 2nd gear, setting up a possible spinout at the next curve, yet the German is far from interested in such minor issues! He stands up in the cockpit and raises both arms to the sky! The crowd erupts into cheers seeing the audacity of the German!! Many more spill onto the track to surround the yellow racer.
Coming out of Fiskekroken onto the final straight, Sebi Orsi cannot seem to accelerate the little Italian Maserati. It fishtails on the ice, the rear tires spinning. There was no hope of challenging Germany for the final podium spot in any case, so it cannot matter. Orsi's gaze shifts to the crowd ahead at the finish line, where he spies several beautiful Swedish ladies waving cheerfully.
France and Portugal narrowly miss the oncoming German Mercedes SSLK driven by the German shooters. Both blast forward and by on the right side in 5th gear. The German takes a single shot with his pistol but misses widely. Both racers cut through the narrow tree-lined lane and take on the chicane at great speed. Aristide is in the lead, he reaches for his gear handle, preparing to shift down hard to avoid a spinout. It looks like it will be a tight race into the final curve after all! The race for fifth place is heating up and it could go either way!
Meanwhile, Britain's John Milk storms out of the hairpin and is shocked to see the big SSLK racing toward him. There is no chance now for the British driver to challenge the two cars ahead, so he is now certain of a seventh place showing, so long as he holds it together on the track. His shock turns to fear as the driver pulls out a gun and takes aim at the hapless Brit.
Back on the ice, Tavho Myrsky leaps from the cockpit of his big Chrysler and pulls the downed Czech driver, Vitez Rychly, toward his car. Stopping on the track may not have resulted in anything but a last place showing for the Finn, but it certainly deserves great recognition. The gunfire has subsided, yet the crackling flames lick the side of his white car. The Czech driver is sorely in need of medical attention and Myrsky's rescue now ensures that.
At the front of the race, the victorious Belgian brings his car to a stop – his eyes set upon the flaming wreck in the distance. There will be no victory lap. He leaps from the cockpit of the big yellow Duesenberg and lifts his goggles for a better look. The flames are angry and deep orange, black smoke towering in the air. What accident is this? Then the crowd overwhelms him and lifts him onto their shoulders, carrying him!
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