All day. Which is a long time to sit still. Team Nissan was seated in a row at the back.

When the presentation talked about to how to protest something you didn’t like (a score, or a penalty), Michael Vaughn leans over and whispers, “I’m going to protest your car Sunday night”, and I lost it. Good one.

Race Details:

The goal of the game is to have the least amount of points.

The course is about 2,200 km long, peppered with 42 stages, each of which is between 0.7 – 24 km long.

There are 3 classes, and I’m in the middle one, “Grand Touring”. There’s about 40 cars competing in total, and 12 in my class.

Apparently the roads are nuts: no guard rails around hairpin turns hovering above mega rocks and the ocean. The whole province gets into this race, neat eh; everyone ropes off their front yard, and we race through suburbs and town centres. I could knock on that door while passing by.

It’s a Time-Speed-Distance game, it’s not only about going fast. It’s brisk, but not like the top class which travels 200+ km/h. Max I’m allowed to go is 130 km/h -ish.

And you can’t just speed through the course, stop and wait, then glide across the finish line right on time, because there’s interim time control people hiding the bushes, watching for this. Really.

There I am in the official brochure!

Michel and I sharing the driving though, to be clear (wasn’t for my lack of pitching.)

Told you I was going to wear the same thing every day.

Day 2 of class tomorrow.

Hope we learn more navigational math, I’m still unclear about those formulas.