LEAKY’S BLINDER
Sep 03, 2021
4 minutes
Words DANIEL BEVIS
Photos
RICHARD SHELDRICK
The sweat beads on the brow as the pulse quickens. Tick, tock. Tick, tock. The sound of inevitability, those minuscule slivers of time edging by as you wait for the flag to drop.
Tick. You’re pushing against yourself; the best times you’ve set, the highest speed, the latest braking, the most extreme lateral G.
Tock. Everything you’ve achieved in building the car, hurtling towards this one make-or-break dash for the chequered flag.
Tick. You’ve built it well, with quality parts and a clear strategy; everything that happens now is down to your own fallibility.
Tock. Race time. Drop the clutch, excite the hydrocarbons,
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