Mysterious.

There was something mysterious in the air tonight and it probably wasn’t coronavirus. Maybe it was just a last-ditch plea for mercy by the Slot.it god in the face of Group C’s imminent replacement by NSR’s F1 class, but whatever it was it made the midfield cars fly.

Graham, Terry (driving Josh’s spare car), Ed and Neil, none of whom had broken the 8.9 seconds barrier with the track running in its current direction, were all comfortably under it tonight, with Frank not far behind. Their race-long battle ended with just seventeen seconds separating fourth to seventh places.

Josh was once again in a class of his own at the front, despite reverting to an old controller – tired of the “it’s his controller” comments perhaps? – and David, after a tea break “your starts are shite” pep talk from Lee, found a bit of speed for his final three heats.

Slot.it Group C. It’s been around for ages and may at times seem stale, but if it keeps producing quality racing like it did tonight, it’ll leave a high bar for NSR F1 to clear.