It would be helpful if the weather could make its mind up. Bone dry would be preferable. Wet is at least an understandable theatre of war. But, at the moment, the sun is poking untidy, meddling-bastard fingers of warming light through the clouds and making the dampish track surface a patchwork of lies that plays hell with any attempt at consistency. In this situation, the only consistency I’m really concerned with is to remain consistently not buried in the barriers.
It’s been tricky. First, there are the cars: a Ferrari 458 Speciale, a Nissan GT-R Nismo and a Corvette Z06. None of which is exactly learner specification. Second, there is the issue of ‘manufacturer optional’ tyres. Tyres that, on all three, look pretty much like slicks grazed with a warm soldering iron. Not so much tread as the rubbery ghosts of sipes clinging mournfully to existence. I know this sort of tyre: sticky and comforting when warm and pliable, china-handgun useful in the cold or wet. And instead of a track that is small, tight, generously on-camber and dry, all I have is a circuit that’s huge, fast, patchily moist and littered with spiralling, off-camber descents. Dammit.