We were now close to look through his mirror, I was very close. He stretched out the brakes, he was afraid that I would make the buffer. This made it easier for me to find the point of overtaking, but I would have to do it in a safe place from another contact to my detriment. I decided that I would spend it in Tarzan, leaning on its side to push it then on the dust outside, causing it to lose traction. I did not use my stratagem. In the right-hand bend on the back, in order not to take off, you had to lighten and hold down the front end. The nose of my GTA Junior was one meter from its tail. He looked at me in the mirror, he was afraid I would dab him, he did not get up, taking off ruinously off the track. It self-eliminated, I won the race, and like the year before, when I crossed the finish line, I saw Bussinello, Siena, Speluzzi and all the Autodelta mechanics jumping behind the pit lane wall. An uncontrollable emotion.
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