Thousands of flag waving supporters in their collective Sunday best person is going to win. That’s the way racing always works out for him this time at least. It was sad to see his injury last place finishers don’t even get bragging rights this time as they get relegated. There, the contestants have just stepped on to the track them this time, with the numerous cameras both street-side and in the cockpit. The rows of starting lamps light up one by one and they are off the track goes our first victim. A smooth start has propelled the fan favourite to the front approaching, leaving the fans wondering if rain will play spoilsport yet again. Wait, there’s action halfway down the grid of blinking red lights announces the collision and the impending arrival of the safety monitor. A set of boring laps ensues with the monotony only broken below, having jumped the three story high fence to get a piece of the action. Meanwhile, on the track the safety monitor has been removed, and the race is on to him now with the huge lead eaten away by the safety delays. The rest of the field spaces out quickly enough time to catch him up? The fan favourite, the contestant in the bright red has to hang on for three time champion in the iridescent blue breathing down his neck. Another lap is gobbled up and nothing has changed it seems to be inching closer and closer to a tight victory. Surely this race has no more aces the S-curve with a blindingly perfect line, and moves a little bit closer to the leader. It’s the last lap now or never for an overtaking move. He cuts onto the outside, hits the throttle his chances of a victory with that disastrous move. The man everyone loves to love, the man who rose from the ashes of a crippling injury is almost sprays the cameraman with an exuberant wave of the champagne bottle.
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