I spent the whole of last week preparing for Le Mans 2.4hrs, in my Audi R18, perfecting my setup, only to find out when I tried to join a lobby that I would have to do it in a GT Race car!
Initially, I was pretty unhappy with it. Especially since it was a multi class race and some people were in the Audi…
But I picked my car carefully, had time to try a setup and then hit the lobby again.
The car I picked was the Corvette GT1 as it was fast enough when the Aston wasn’t, and stable under braking when the Ferrari 458 wasn’t.
I then grabbed myself a sweet Spawn Livery, courtesy of FRS Elmutem, who does amazing work, and settled in for a 17min wait before the last race finished.
Starting the Race, there were 3 Corvette’s in the GT class and 2 Ferrari 333P’s in the LPM1 class. I started on pole.
As we moved off the line and headed into the first corner, I noticed I car coming up behind me. Trying to be a gentleman racer, and thinking it was an LMP1 car, I pulled over to leave him enough room. It wasn’t. And it meant that I was in 2nd place before we even braked into the first turn. Not happy.
I kept up with him, through the first part of the lap, and quickly noticed that I was a lot better on the brakes, and through the turns, than the car in front.
I always tend to run slightly higher downforce/less top speed to give me extra speed through the twisty stuff.
As we approached the Porsche Curves, I was right on his tail. I knew he wouldn’t be able to live with my speed through this section.
I turned into the double left hander, fast, and hit a massive bump, sending a thud through the controller, and lost the back end over the grass.
I managed to save it, and not hit the wall, but I had lost a lot of time and watched as first place stretched out his lead.
And this was just the first lap!
As we braked into the first turn for the second time, I had made up some of the gap. A couple of clean turns through the next section and a beautiful exit onto the Mulsanne straight put me within drafting distance of the car in front.
First chicane. Brake, Down 4 Gears. Turn. A little squirt of power, then brake again, turn and I’m through.
I’m right alongside now. It a clear drag race to the next chicane. Thundering down the straight, the two V8’s just meters from each other, as we approach the braking zone at nearly 200mph.
Second chicane. I brake, trying to keep to the right as possible, leaving the other car plenty of room as we plow into the first curve. He is on the inside and I’m slightly ahead on the outside. As the next part of the chicane comes into play, I turn, and hold on, trying to keep my exit clean, trying to leave the other guy enough room. As we pass the apex, I take the lead.
And I never gave it back.
On lap 3, he just disappeared from the map and my mirrors. I passed him a lap later, with a lot of smoke coming out of his bonnet. He obviously had a massive accident. He pitted and got it fixed, but by then I was 2 laps ahead. He did catch me up and pass me, once, but I was still first so it didn’t make a difference.
330 miles later, and victory was mine. Very happy, though it was 4am over here by then!