THE CHECKERED FLAG DROPS AT INDIANAPOLIS AND FERNANDO HORTA DOES THE UNTHINKABLE! Slicing through twenty-seven cars in a display of pure unhinged aggression, Horta took his #63 Corvette C6-R GT2 from P28 on the grid straight to victory lane, thrashing Ian Jolicoeur by 36.7 seconds after snatching the lead on lap 7! Rewind thirty minutes and listen to how this absolute circus sounded on the team comms:
Fernando Horta (#63): DUUUUUDE! WE WON AT THE BRICKYARD! FROM TWENTY-EIGHTH TO FIRST! GIVE ME MY CHAMPAGNE!
Samuel J. Lackson (#63 crew): I have had it with these motherf***ing slow cars on this motherf***ing oval! Calm your mouth, Fernando, you drove like a confused manatee, the grid simply got terrified and moved out of your way.
Fernando Horta (#63): Lap 7 and I am already clear of Drew Lidkea and Ian Jolicoeur! My Corvette is an absolute weapon!
Flavor Flav (#63 crew): YEEEEAH BOYEEE! LAP 12 AND YOU'RE THIRTY SECONDS AHEAD! TICK TOCK ON THE CLOCK BUT THE REST OF GT2 IS STILL TAKING A NAP!
Fernando Horta (#63): Did you see that 1:32.140 fastest lap?! I am a racing deity!
Samuel J. Lackson (#63 crew): You are a lucky idiot who almost clipped the wall on lap 15. Do not celebrate, you still owe me fifty bucks for the tire set.
Fernando Horta (#63): P1, DUUDES! WE DOMINATED INDY!
Flavor Flav (#63 crew): FLAVOR FLAV SAYS YOU STILL LOOK LIKE A POTATO IN THAT SUIT! FLAVOR FLAV OUT!
Ps. Liz
