[What'saCobra?]

Righto! You can even do the no brake or little or very late brake thing to hot shoe british racers.

This guy was all over me at the near end of this certain race, see. I could out accelerate him out of the corners, but he could regularly out brake me going in..your classic skill vs power contest. He was an annoyance and was breaking my concentration with his filling my mirrors on both sides going into each turn. The end of the race was coming up and I decided not to let him come in second and show him that at least one Yank had a few tricks to play.

So, I go very deep ( for me, Very Very deep), but stay on the nice safe left of the entrance to the final right/left chicane at Donnington, just before the S/F line. The hot shoe, who will remain nameless for today's session, PRESUMES I will never brake very hard (a reasonable assumption usually because I am an early braker quite often (but not ALWAYS and particularly not today at this corner). He slips into the right inside of the right turn, but using my brake lite as his signal to add 2 seconds to his brake point, he goes deep to get me on the right turn, inside the line.

But, this time, with the super wide and long escape road right in front of me, I have gone so deep I must go almost "stop and pitch a tent" slow in first gear from the very late and extreme left, just to make the right turn.

With that little tiny radius he has left remaining on the inside of this right turn and his extremely high speed and radically late braking, he cannot stop the car at all before the turn and he cooks it straight down the escape road crossing in front of me from my right to left with his nose air dam scraping on the tarmac! I sort of expected his left door to open and see his left foot come out to help with the braking.

Whereupon, your gentle-natured and well-matured scribe makes my nice easy right turn-in, after he has smoked (literaly) past me on my right, him most surprised at his speed and now embarassingly apparent and impossible braking task. Then I accelerate in first geat around the corner from my now rediculously slow speed due to the wierd but purposefully late and wide right turn-in, take the quick next left to complete the second half of the chicane and drop the hammer and smoke down the final straight to the finish line! 6.2 liters of fuel injected power screaming up through the gears, speedshifting without clutch, chirping with each upshift, with my gutbuster laughter all the way!

Ha! Mr. 'Iggens... just you wait, Mr. 'Iggens... (Liza Doolittle, played by Audry Hepburn in My Fair Lady, Scene 14).

The guy was never particularly friendly after that.

Fortunately for him, the turn is hidden from the pits, so his guys didn't actually see the event, but they heard about it when they asked others what happened. The crowd thought it was just the nuts.

But he really was a nice bloke, family type guy and an otherwise great driver. But, even the best of us can succumb to the red mist of high blood pressured misjudgement and who of us hasn't?

Some days, though, as you so gleefully also point out when you suckered those out-of-their-depth guys to follow you into that street corner at impossible for them speeds, it pays to get out of bed and that was my day.