I am tired, I really am. Mulsanne. Got to rest a bit here.
Why do I have to think here anyway? Can I just watch? I can't see anything, either. I feel like closing my eyes now. Just a few laps more.
And what about the kids? Don't I deserve them, too? They are mine, too.
Taking over, chichane. Obsticles. Things of the past.
I wish this was a touring car race now, I wouldn't be thinking about anything else but racing. Into the right-hander, gently on the accelerator.
9 and a half hours remaining. Soon, getting my change. Can I just live a normal life after that? Can I? It may not make too much difference for me but I would just like to stop.
Right-hander, careful with the GT3. Overtaking, pushing it forward. Little understeer. Aproaching chichane...
Go on and on and on and on...