Boris Said (#60 No Fear Team): The Lister Storm passed us early on and simply ceased to belong to our realm of existence. I tried eating a pastry in the garage afterward just to feel something again, but nothing happened.
At Creation Autosportif, we do not celebrate victories with champagne spraying or loud music. Jamie Campbell-Walter completed twenty-three laps around Castle Combe in twenty minutes, fifty-nine seconds, and four hundred and sixty-two milliseconds. His best lap was a 0:53.341. It was orderly. It was quiet. The Lister Storm performed its designated mechanical function, and it has already been loaded back into the transporter.
There was minor activity behind us during the opening three laps when Marc Detering led the field in his Red Bull Lamborghini before Jamie asserted proper GT1 hierarchy on lap four. Detering eventually settled for third place, eighteen seconds behind our car, after recording a best lap of 0:54.092. Curiously, Boris Said set the exact same best lap time down to the thousandth of a second in second place. We do not know if this represents a cosmic statistical anomaly or a malfunction in the Wiltshire loop wiring.
Sergeant Al Powell (Creation Autosportif Paddock Security): Standard operational evening. A red Ferrari entered by Williams and driven by a driver named Fernando Horta sat fourth for three laps before rolling to a stop near pit entry. He stepped out of the chassis, handed me a cold sausage roll, muttered something about an oil leak, and walked directly into the woods. I called it in, but nobody came to fetch him.
In GT2, Tomas Enge secured class honors in seventh overall for MENX, finishing two seconds ahead of Emmanuel Collard's Porsche. Further up, an entry identified in official timing screens only as "XXX" guided an Opel Astra V8 Coupe to sixth overall, an incident our telemetry department has chosen not to investigate further.
OFFICIAL COUNCIL NOTE (MOTION 20260329/01): Regarding the identical 0:54.092 lap times set by car #60 and car #27, the Council acknowledges the data glitch, refuses to recalibrate the sensors, and has adjourned to go bowling.
The garage walls have been dismantled. The floor has been swept. The tires are neatly stacked in numerical order.
Ps. Rodrigo, if you are reading this, please return the pneumatic wheel gun you borrowed in the paddock earlier. We know you have it.
