Michael Schumacher Eat My Dust
June 12, 2000
7:45 a.m.
You take the first turn as quickly as you can, just a quick turn of the wheel. Try not to lift because it's important to carry your speed into the uphill straight--if, indeed anything at Monaco can be called straight. Once you get to the top of the hill, there's the sweeping left-hander, and then a hard right that leads to a pair of tight hairpins that head back downhill like switchback trails. And that's just the first thirty plus seconds of the track.   Brigid got me a steering wheel for father's day, you see. So I spent most of the day yesterday tearing up the track around Monte Carlo. I love that track--always have. Don't know why, really. When I was a kid, we had a board game that has that course on it, and I made it a habit to study it intently. I knew that track. I used to play the PC game with the keyboard, and that was fine, I suppose. But the steering wheel is way cool--and it did help me take three seconds off my best time ever. I'm routinely doing laps at 1:32 or so, and can manage a 1:29 on a really smooth circuit. Lisa slipped upstairs once during the day to fill up her tea cup. She just looked at me, smiled in that way she has, and climbed the stairs. I, of course, just blocked Michael Schumacher and tried to get through the chicane. What's that you say? Father's Day isn't until next week? Ah! You see, we'll be doing a bit of travel on that day. And since they wanted me to be able to play with my presents when I got them, Lisa and Brigid decided that yesterday was Father's Day in the Collins household. You see, it's okay to break the rules ... just be sure you know them first. :)  Weren't you supposed to be writing? Daily Persistence is © Ron Collins |
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