CASTLE COMBE GAZETTE: LISTER STORM CONQUERS WET GRASS AND BROKEN DREAMS
Lotus FD Team arrived in the English countryside expecting aerodynamic harmony, but instead found twenty laps of pure existential dread inside a Lister Storm that fought every single apex like it owed money to the crown. While Juliano Flores sailed off toward victory, our brave #01 machine wrestled with physics, gravity, and an inexplicable urge to visit every single patch of Wiltshire mud available.
Fernando Horta (Driver): Look, twenty laps of Castle Combe in a Lister Storm is not a racing stint, it is a hostage situation with a V12 soundtrack. The car was turning left when I wanted it to go straight, and right when I wanted to exist. I pushed that heavy beast until my arms turned to jelly, setting a respectable 0:53.015 just to prove we weren't entirely stationary, but Juliano was simply in a league of his own. We fought for every metre of tarmac, yet here we are, collecting second place like it is a precious antique.
Radaxian People (Crew): Beep beep
Radaxian People (Telemetry): Beep beep beep
Lotus FD Team Radio — Lap 14:
Horta (#01): Guys, the rear tyres are speaking a strange language and I think they want to secede.
Radaxian Crew: Beep beep
Horta (#01): What do you mean 'turn it off and on again'? We are doing 200 down the straight!
Radaxian Crew: Beep beep
