{ Fernando Horta } → Formula Duude

Another disastrous 2nd place. Scuderia Libra's race at Imola was disappointing for the team. While they were gunning for the win, the pace was never there and CTR was able to sweep all the segments and the race win. Adding another nail on our championship coffin.

Mood was down at the garage:

Driver Tibbey Labonie: It was a good race, within our limitations. I think we're doing okay, despite being a lot slower, so it was basically a matter of (lack of) speed, so it wasn't something we did wrong, perhaps it was something everyone else did more right? I only spun like 5 times, so it was all good. All good.

Crew chief Alan Donatellofson: Bad, bad race. The driver wasn't able to push it like a hell and we were left in meatballs dust. We need to pickup pace quickly, otherwise this championship will be over before you can spell coabun, cawabong, kawobungas, cowabunga.
Shit, we're fucked, aren't we?

Team Principal Skinner: What to say? Another loss, just like my life. Pathetic. Perhaps it's time for me to something else with my life. Perhaps i can work in a small school or something easier to deal it than the stresses of war races. Who knows?

Now it's time to get behind your truck, say your cousin is pretty and put on your cowboy hats, 'cause FD is goin' truckin'.