Sol Leung snatched a clinical, drama-free victory at the Red Bull Ring in his Lamborghini Gallardo after 20 chaotic laps of GT2 madness, while Fernando Horta's afternoon disintegrated from a temporary race lead on Lap 13 into an embarrassing 18th-place finish. Horta, piloting the #63 Corvette C6-R GT2, fought his way up from 18th on the grid to briefly lead the entire field, only to bin it, beach it, dodge a crawling Vlado Kenats, drop to 26th, and limp home with a badly bruised ego while Leung, Al Marimon, and Marty Uren celebrated on the podium. Behind the scenes, the Corvette team's radio channel was buzzing with more paddock gossip and deadpan mockery than actual racing strategy, as Cleo from the pit wall made sure Horta never forgot his place in the food chain.
Cleo (#63 crew): Nando, darling, you're up to P6. Did you actually learn how to drive this week, or are you just trying to get the attention of the Reiter Engineering mechanics?
Fernando Horta (#63): The Corvette feels like a complete boat in sector two, but I've got the draft. What's the gap to Leung's Lamborghini?
Cleo (#63 crew): Sol is four seconds clear. Gregory Myers and Eiran Parsons are currently having a massive, screaming argument in the Kissling garage over who gets the last bottle of imported sparkling water. Anyway, keep pushing, I guess.
Radaxian Chief (#63 crew): Beep beep
Cleo (#63 crew): Marimon's Mustang is behind you. His team principal is furiously pacing the pit wall and looks ready to fire their entire hospitality staff. Absolutely delicious drama.
Fernando Horta (#63): Lap 13 now. I'm right on Leung's rear wing. Going inside at Turn 3... Yes! Clean pass! I am leading this race!
Cleo (#63 crew): Oh, cute. Don't get used to it, sweetie. Christian Hamilton's engineer is already on the radio with the stewards claiming you cut Turn 1. They are so jealous.
Fernando Horta (#63): I didn't cut anything! This Corvette is absolutely flying!
Cleo (#63 crew): Well, you're the one flying now—straight into the gravel. You are completely beached at the final corner. Are you planning on building a sandcastle?
Fernando Horta (#63): I'm stuck! The rear tyres are just digging a hole! Get me out of here!
Cleo (#63 crew): We can't push you from the pit wall, Nando. Marty Uren just drove past laughing, he didn't even look at you. You're down to 22nd. Truly majestic.
Radaxian Chief (#63 crew): Beep beep
Fernando Horta (#63): I'm back on track but there's a slow car parked on the apex of Turn 4! Who is this guy?!
Cleo (#63 crew): That is Vlado Kenats. Paddock rumor says he's distracted trying to adjust his mirrors to look at his own reflection. Dodge him, dear!
Fernando Horta (#63): I had to go completely onto the grass to avoid collecting him! I've lost more positions!
Cleo (#63 crew): You are currently 26th, sitting right behind Chuck Carter. If you get lapped by a Maserati, I am legally joining JMB Racing.
Fernando Horta (#63): The steering is crooked but I'm clawing it back. P22... P20... I can still get some spots.
Cleo (#63 crew): Leung is already sipping his victory espresso. Try to cross the line before the marshals pack up and go home, okay?
Fernando Horta (#63): Chequered flag. P18. I am coming in. Don't say a single word.
Cleo (#63 crew): Don't worry, your driving spoke volumes today. We've already packed up the motorhome and left. See you at the airport.
Ps. Rodrigo, please tell us you got the paddock passes for next week, because we desperately need to escape this garage.
