43.478 seconds. That is the colossal abyss that separated Fernando Horta from the rest of the world at Donington Park after 25 punishing laps of GTR2 GT1 warfare, sealing a victory so absolute it prompted Silvio Santos to interrupt national television with a special sad trombone sound effect.
Fernando Horta (#01 driver): I cannot feel my legs, Marcia Sensitiva says my aura is bleeding blue and yellow, and the car is whispering ancient curses in Italian.
Chacrinha (#01 crew chief): Tureba, tureba! The driver is crying into his steering wheel again! More fuel, less philosophy, you old rascal!
Fernando Horta (#01 driver): But Chacrinha, the tyres are screaming like a fan club outside a motel, Juliano is closing in with terrifying velocity!
Chacrinha (#01 crew chief): Closing in? He is 43 seconds behind you, you big drama queen! Even tortoise is faster when motivated by cheese!
Juliano Flores (#29 driver): Caspita, my Maserati feels like it is towing a dead cow loaded with heavy furniture through the mud of Radial Leste.
Chacrinha (#01 crew chief): Shut up, Uruguay, nobody asked about your bovine logistics! Horta, stop daydreaming about telenovelas and cross the damn line!
Fernando Horta (#01 driver): The checkered flag is waving like a giant handkerchief at a soap opera finale, my heart is shattering into a thousand melodramatic pieces...
Chacrinha (#01 crew chief): OK, enough poetry, turn off the engine before you bankrupt the team with electricity bills.
Ps. Dave finished three laps down because he stopped at McDolands for a milkshake. Ps. Correction: Dave actually finished three laps down because he got lost looking for a proper pão de queijo in Leicestershire.
