The G.T.E. Pro class-leading № 74 Corvette was released from its pit box without a nut in place to secure the left rear tire. The tire came away in the Dunlop Chicane, one of the first sections of track after the pit lane exit, meaning the car had to drive almost the whole eight & a half mile distance back to the pits on three wheels, grinding & trailing sparks the whole way 'round. Repairs were effected with Corvette Racing's usual efficiency, but the competition in G.T.E. Pro is so close that there is virtually no chance for the № 74 to capture victory. "Misery, misery, misery…"
I'm wearing my Corvette Racing T-shirt, have been all day. It is, appropriately, predominantly black. Meant to be menacing, now a mark of mourning.
He's Dead, Jim
I woke up this morning—an hour earlier than I needed to, for reason I'll detail after this extraordinary weekend is over—with some swelling just above my right eye. There's no discoloration, it's not like a black eye, but there's an unpleasant sensation, not quite pain, but something sharper than just pressure, when I blink, moreso if I rub my eye. The leading theory: some manner of bug bite. Lovely.
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