Given the excellent debut of the two drivers, the contract of Marianna Edifredi and Alphonse Dobost is renewed for S1 2023. The two pilots have shown great skill and talent under the aegis of MetroCiv Cosmos.
Tamradh Monsal: Signings in Rapid Succession
Despite the embarrassing performance of their roster last season, Tamradh Monsal was quick to sign onto their two newest drivers following the retirement of their last season veterans. In rapid succession, Tamradh Monsal signed on 2019 Rein Series champion, Eumann Zerkaryon Tiridh, and Ceana Doilidh Siosal as their drivers for this yearâs Series One.
As a breath of fresh air, both drivers hail from the Grand Dominion of Kyri and separately competed in the 2019 and 2020 Rein Series respectively. The 19-year-old Eumann Z. Tiridh, in his edition, found victorious in a close run with his runner-up of that year, Ealasaid ThĂ mhais losing by just five points. Ceana Doiidh Siosalâs records certainly speak for themselves, the ex-Aeronyard Driver became the Winner of the Rein Series in 2020, as well as Potza Motorworksâ Kunasauard Super G Challenge in 2021. With their credibilities, they will, not only represent the team in this yearâs Series One but will also be at the center of TMâs driver development program which involves training and coaching junior racers
âItâs a privilege to join, not only as a driver but as a sporting advisor as well," said Tiridh, âI am looking forward to working closely with the whole team, using my experience in the series.â
âI canât shake the feeling of excitement to be working with Tamradh Monsal moving forward into the 2023 season!â Ceana Siosal said, âWorking with the new team at Tamradh Monsal, I can say with confidence and with certainty that our future together is bright; everyone here has the mindset to learn and succeed and most certainly I feel right at home.â
TMF director Aeron Tarthidh â the outfitâs new team principal â said; âWe are absolutely delighted to welcome Tiridh and Sisal to the family! They both are fantastic additions to our team and we are very pleased to have people of their caliber in our portfolio."
Eclipse Racing has gone bankrupt, bought out by Gyllir Motor Corporation
Written by Joe NyâMokian, Red Dove Sports Division
In a shocking turn of event in the racing world. Eclipse racing has gone bankrupt due to mismanagement of corporate funds. They request additional funding from shareholders and advertisers, selling more of the Eclipse racing brand and shares. The Gyllir Motor Corporation in the Federation quickly bought out the original owners of the race time, as part of their new venture into the sporting world. The company has already fired a majority of the senior management staff and replaced it with more experienced CĂ´tois officials. Drawing from its pool of talent from more regional and local racing clubs and organizations it already sponsored before the Eclipse purchase.
The company released a statement, stating they are looking forward to having a more financially responsible racing team on the track and are looking forward to this season of racing. They are additionally renaming Eclipse Racing to Gyllir Racing, to show the racing team turning a new leaf under Gyllir company brand.
7.00pm, 60 minutes until the first lap of the Neo-Fantøm Grand Prix
By this point, what should have been the comforting ping of a pilot bringing good news instead felt to the passengers like salt in the wound. The atmosphere in the cabin of the Aerobus was, in addition to recycled and pressurized, incredibly tense.
âO-kay, thanks for bearing with us these past few minutes,â the pilot mumbled, deeply aware that it had been much more than a few minutes. âThe second runway at Tømmer is now clear and we have permission to land. Weâll be beginning our descent at five past seven local time.â
In the cabin, there were sighs of relief, and the odd cry of âFinally!â. In the business class section, the response was much more muted. Laura Tonnesen, the CEO of the Gyllir Motor Corporation, was particularly angry at the delay. It had all been planned out so well. Her ever-handy timetable had scheduled out the majority of her adult life so far, and it had rarely left room for tardiness. By this point in the evening, she was supposed to be arriving at the hospitality suite at the newly-constructed Atsira Urasha Street Circuit. She would have up to one half of a glass of wine, and then seek out the CEO of Eclipse Motorsport. As the seconds ticked away on her designer watch, she passed the time by visualizing what she was supposed to actually be doing, which did not do wonders for her mood.
Tonnesen was the first off the plane, followed closely by her aide, to whom she gave the instructions to sort out the baggage carousel and things of that nature, drop everything off at the hotel, and meet her at the hospitality suite whenever that was finished (but not after 9:35pm, which was the earliest expected finishing time for the Grand Prix).
Thankfully, the bureaucracy of the Rikvaarir portion of the Neo-Fantøm conurbation lived up to its reputation, and the power of being a Very Important Person meant that she flew through customs and passport control with record speed, in much the same way that her plane hadnât.
7.35pm, 25 minutes until the first lap of the Neo-Fantøm Grand Prix
Despite her mildly-panicked rush, Laura had enough presence of mind to not jump in the first taxi she saw. Instead, she skimmed her eyes over the available vehicles and found exactly what she was looking for: a 2004 Gyllir The Worker with aftermarket Burgendyk wheels and hubcaps - in other words, a car thatâs capable of going faster than youâd expect, with modifications that indicate that its owner wants to go even faster than that. She didnât even need to look inside the car before jumping in.
âI need to get to the race, very quickly.â
âHow very quickly?â came the reply. A Neo-Fantøm native would have been able to instantly place the thick accent as coming from the rough parts of the Nystatinne corner of the megacity, which is something of an achievement considering that Nystatiszna is nearly entirely comprised of rough parts. All that the CEO could figure out was that she was, by the ears, kemonomimi.
Laura handed over the remainder of her wad of twenty-russ bills that hadnât already been used to persuade the border agents to let her through quickly. âAlive, but no further preferences.â
âOn it, boss,â she said, slamming the throttle. The familiar sound of the Gyllir powertrain roaring to life filled the concourse. The taxi weaved through the cars, past security, onto a gravel track, and then on to a suspiciously-abandoned long strip of asphalt that Tonnesen would later find out was the old abandoned runway from before the Handelvaar Airportâs renovation a few years ago. As the car sped down the straight, she checked the speedometer and found it to be covered in symbols she didnât understand. Nevertheless she made a mental note of what they looked like, and later in her hotel room she would find out that they were doing 250kph [150mph].
After turning off the runway, the taxi had spent less than two minutes speeding through inner-city streets before the carâs interior was lit up by flashing red and blue lights. It was understandable: they had just been going a hundred miles an hour on a road designated for forty. âShit,â she whispered to herself.
It was unclear if the kemonomimi taxi driver had heard, but all she did was laugh. âOh they donât know me by now?â She swerved across some tram tracks embedded in the road surface and gunned it down a side street. âFun fact. If you go slower than one times the speed limit, itâs legal, because youâre a good person.â Another block down, she swerved back onto the main road. âIf you go faster than one times the speed limit, itâs illegal, because youâre a bad person.â Another jerk of the wheel, this time to squeeze in between a pair of trucks. âIf you go faster than three times the speed limit, itâs legal again, because the police canât catch you!â So saying, she revved the engine and set the world record for most red lights run in the space of sixty seconds.
7.52pm, eight minutes until the first lap of the Neo-Fantøm Grand Prix
At the VIP entrance to the Atsira Urasha Street Circuit, Laura Tonnesen stepped out of the 2004 Gyllir The Worker rather uneasily, and with a squeaked âthanksâ. She took a deep breath to regain her composure and turned around. âHave you ever thought aboutââ she began, but the kemonomimi had already driven away. ââracing professionallyâŚâ
As it turned out, Tonnesen actually arrived at the hospitality suite before Eclipse corporate did. As they watched the Grand Prix together, it became clear that although they were a team that was currently winning the fight for 5th place in the Constructorsâ Championship, they were doing that with the power of surprise upsets, magic moments, and a great deal of luck - and not by flat speed and reliability. Their drivers were running in dead last and second-to-dead-last. One of them got some relief at least when their engine suffered a blowout with five laps to go. Thereâs a lot of research and development (and money to fund it) that goes into making a serious competitor, which it certainly isnât at the moment. Yes, âGyllir-Eclipseâ has a nice ring to itâŚ
Neo-Fantøm, by all means, was a dense hellscape of concrete, steel and neon. You can spend a lifetime here and still get lost, some roads are not marked on the GPS, only known by the locals of that city block. Itâs the perfect place to get lost in and never be found, the whole city is just one big question mark on the map. It doesnât matter if youâre a bureau agent, a Hoshi thug, beat cops or private âlaw enforcementâ if somebody doesnât want to be found, you wonât find them.
Never stopped anyone from trying, but finding a single kemonomimi in a sea of people seemed like an impossible task. Tonnesen had a few things in her favor, that taxi driver picked her up by the airport, the car specifications and a wads of cash. She had a few interns stationed by the airport looking for that same taxi, but no luck yet. Few of the private eyes she hired came back with a handful of leads but all had the same problem. Nystatinnes donât talk to âSvarakkâ Neo-Fantøm slang for any form of law enforcement literally translated from Nysâtatâen to âBlack Trench Coatsâ a reference to the black trench coats the agents of the bureau wear. Any of those agents that come near to some of the local dives are met with a wall of silence. Money talks but not to these cabbies.
Eventually she got a good lead at a cabbie shelter in the Utbrent district still in Handelvaar. The car had been spotted around it in the parking lot. Anytime her PIs went in to see if they could find her, the cabbies filed out of the small building into their taxis and drove off. Tonnesen rather not have her interns enter such a moderately shady place, however taking lessons from her PIs. She works something more casual, well as a casual president of a company as large as Gyllir could be. She still had the look and attitude of a foreigner, something not so easily polished over with a hoodie on the discount rack.
Cabbie shelter itself was an older model made, mass produced and disputed around the city. Dull neon sign with the universal welcoming sign in Neo-Fantøm, three hands coming together to hold up a crooked cane. The symbol itself, quite literally, was a random couple of images smashed together by a committee as a placeholder until a new one could be made. That was three decades ago and still no new welcome symbol.
Stepping into the neon glow of the building, the company president was greeted by a line of stools along a bar. Behind the bar, sits a strong looking Zârei elf washing a beer glass. Giving the company president raised an eyebrow as they entered. Speaking in a rough tone, âWhat will you be having?â They spoke in Nysâtatâen, rather than Norgsveltian or Vaaran. Given the clientele of Nystatinnes here, itâs not hard to understand why.
âInformation.â The company president took a seat at the bar, placing her umbrella at her side. The bartender raised an eyebrow, placing down the glass below a tap. Filling it with a potentially toxic looking yellow substance, then taking a knife to cut the foam off the top of it. Sliding it over to Tonnesenâs spot with pinpoint precision. Then grabbed another glass to fill up, speaking in a gruff voice, âYou the one sending the Svarakk around then?â
Tonnesen gave a nod, taking a sip of the beer before spitting it out. âThis is bloody awful.â Taking her hoodie sleeve to wipe her mouth. The president shook her head, âI can pay for the information, I have quite a bit of money working for this and I donât mind spending more for what Iâm looking for.â
âItâs Vodeer.â The bartender responded sharply, walking towards Tonnesen behind the bar. âWhat in all of Odinâs wisdom is Vodeer?â The human looked at the Zârei with a concern in her eye, fearing she just took a sip of some sort of poison.
A kemonomimi took a seat next to her, wearing a heavy gray raincoat and a face mask, as so her face was not easily recognized. Not that Tonnesen looked at them, given the rough neighborhood itâs understandable. The Zârei gave a nod of acknowledgement pouring another glass for the new arrival. Then turning his attention back to the Tonnesen, âItâs a mix of vodka and beer. Itâs the only thing we serve here.â Zârei rested his hands on the bar.
âAh, how delightful.â She tries to take another sip of her Vodeer, now aware of its contents. âIâm looking for a taxi driver, drives a modified Worker car, sheâs a kemonomimi and picks up at the airport.â She leans forward towards the bartender.
âWhy are you looking for this driver?â Zârei raised an eyebrow, itâs not the first time someone was looking for a driver, sometimes Svarakk or gangs needing a getaway driver.
âI have a job for them, itâs good money.â Tonnesen didnât want to give out too much information, not in this neighborhood. The Zârei in response crossed their arms and gave a strong look towards the human. Tonnesen gave a sigh, âI want to hire her for m-.â She stopped herself, âMy employer wishes to hire her for a racing team, series one. Itâs good money.â
The bartender nodded, âWhat racing team, why her and how would they know youâre telling the truth?â Tonnesen gave a concerning glance to the bartender. âWhy do you know her?â She questioned, to the Zârei own guff voice. âI might have.â
Tonnesen gave a sigh, taking out her business card from her pocket. Sliding it over to the bartender, the Zârei lifted it up to look at it before sliding it back. âI donât read Fraknic. Tell you want, give me your pitch to her and I will pass it along.â
Tonnesen shook her head, but this was the closest she got so far to that mysterious taxi driver. âTo the-â She was cut off by the bartender. âGive the pitch like I was that taxi driver.â
Sighing, starting over again. âAlright, Mrs. Mystery taxi driver, I would like to hire you to race professionally for Team Gyllir. Weâre a new Series One race team and we need drivers, given your outstanding ability driving me to the race track, your ability to control your speed, feel of the car itself, precise and fine tune ability to drive. Team Gyllir wants you, particularly to drive for us.â
The bartender leaned back, crossing their arms. âKinda nekyte pitch, to be honest.â Tonnesen took a strong drink of her drink after that comment, annoyed by this bartender. The bartenderâs hand subtly made a small motion of a circle with his finger, though Tonnesen didnât see it. The bartender spoke up again âHow are you offering?â
â$750,000 in Hawkings, plus additional bonus for sponsorship deals, advertisements and so forth.â Toennesen spoke like it was an insignificant amount of money. In honesty, it was for Gyllir this whole Series One project of hers was a drop in the bucket for the massive company. Just an advertisement campaign for the new series of cars the company wants to push out into the market. For the bartender however, it was an impossible amount of money, he believed her already just by her attitude towards the situation and tone of voice. He gave a more visible hand gesture, sticking out his thumb and middle finger.
The kemonomimi to Toennesen side, took off her raincoat hood and lowered her facemask. The kemonomimi turned towards her, âJĂŚvlien 750? Is it a one time thing?â Toennesen found her taxi driver. The company president spoke in a respectful tone, âNo, thatâs the salary. $750 thousand each year.â
âSpirits be kindâŚâ Sølvi looked at the bartender who gave a nod, confirming that Toennesen was not speaking dishonestly, at least as far the retired fixer could tell. âWhat did I need to sign? Do I need to bring my own car?â
âYou donât need to bring your own car, we have one built already. I can have a car brought to the airport and fly us to the headquarters. We have to sign there.â Toennesen stood up, slightly shaking in the legs from Vodeer.
âNo need for a car, just get the ticket and I drive us there.â Sølvi stood up, completely unphased by her own drinking. Her glass was completely empty. âHavenât you been drinking? I can call an intern to pick us up.â Toennesen took out her phone, not leaving Sølvi with a choice in the matter.
âWait, you have interns? I thought you were an intern.â The bartender raised an eyebrow at the human.
âNo, Iâm the companyâs president. Laura Tonnesen, at your service.â Tonnesen reached out to shake the bartenderâs hand.
âGuess that means your drink cost double.â Bartender shook her hand.
âI almost forgot all the excitement. What is your name, my mysterious driver?â Tonnesen reached into her pockets to pay for the drinks for herself and Sølvi NyâAĂŚn.
âIâm Sølvi NyâAĂŚn boss.â She spoke in her accented voice as the pair left the cabbie shelter.
Regional Series Championship (Borea) âThe Training Groundâ - 10 September 2022
Kevin Bewerson was no stranger to new and unfamiliar tracks, and few had flummoxed him as badly as the Gran-HĂĄtsch Circuit at Oterszan. It looked like a musical eighth-note hastily scrawled into the Aszar topsoil by some giant toddler. It allegedly had nine turns - six to the right and three to the left - but the roads connecting them were never completely straight. Turn 5 had this awful habit of just kind of keeping on going, and by the time youâd properly positioned your car youâd have to brake for turn 6. Turn 2 was a particularly atrocious so-called hairpin which seemed both too narrow and too wide at the same time. Over time, it had somehow earned the nickname âBrewmasterâs Bendâ, which made sense, because it would have taken all of Akuaâs strength and wits to design a corner that could bend dimensions and warp the fabric of space-time.
In an effort to appease Akua and the various Ny-Gin-Stol that may be watching, Kevin downed a few beers. As a native of Kurandia, he had never really understood Akuanism, but he had been told by a friend that it was customary anywhere east of the River Valla to have an alcoholic beverage before racing. It was his second race in Aduraszna and he was beginning to wonder if his friends had been playing a trick on him. Heâd already earned the nickname âKev The Bevâ on account of how much heâd been drinking.
There was some commotion in the paddock when Bewerson eventually made it there - Kaitarusâs replacement had finally arrived. Heâd gotten himself injured about a month ago when the Regional Series Championship was running as a support race for the Neo-Fantøm Grand Prix - his car had simply ping-ponged between the concrete barriers that surrounded turns 11 and 12. Thereâd been rumours about who was going to substitute in for him, but none of them had predicted a Nystatinne Neo-Fantøm kemonomimi with no sponsors for funding. It seemed impossible that she would be rich enough to buy her own car and yet at the same time spontaneous enough to only join the Championship mid-season. She called herself Sølvi, and, well, there was certainly a mystery about her to be sølved. Unfortunately for Kevin, none of his teammates spoke any Staynish, so the joke fell flat and he was left chuckling alone to himself. A good start to a race weekend.
When the qualifying results came in, Kevinâs mood got even worse. Somehow, out of all the twenty drivers, the newbie had been the one to figure out how to drive around Brewmasterâs Bend. Sheâd gained nearly a full second relative to the rest of the field through just one corner. Maybe it was just dumb luck - when heâd asked her about it, she didnât understand how everyone else was struggling with it. âItâs just the same radius as the off-ramps âround Handelvaar.â
The first race afternoon arrived, and Kevin lined up on the grid in third position. The cars were arranged in two columns, so he was right behind Sølvi, which suited him just fine. He could simply follow her as she went through Brewmasterâs Bend and copy whatever she did. Learn by doing, and all that stuff his personal trainer had probably been saying to him all the time.
The lights went out and the pair of them shot off their marks, quickly rounding the Paddock Hill corner and approaching the infamous Bend. Kevin kept a very close eye on Sølviâs movements. She started to take an outside line, as was to be expected, but she started to slow earlier than the braking-point boards would suggest would be reasonable. From there, she began turning, and at this point Kevin crashed into her. Heâd been so engrossed in figuring out how sheâd taken pole position that heâd completely forgotten to brake.
Sølviâs car spun round several times from the jolt of the impact, and came to an abrupt halt in the tyre barrier that surrounded the gravel trap. Both left wheels had sheared from the suspension, and a mighty dust cloud had been kicked up by the crash. Kev âThe Bevâ had been substantially more lucky, and only suffered some minor damage to his front wing and flat-spotted tyres from a quick spin, which had pointed him directly at the site of Sølviâs crash. The rest of the grid quickly drove past him. As he struggled to find first gear, he saw an ominous figure stride out of the cloud of dust, point directly at him, and shout âDin JĂŚvlimal!â. He waved sheepishly, and drove away. After the race, one of his teammates, who actually spoke Nysâtatâen, would inform him that sheâd called him a âfucking idiotâ. Given the circumstances, Kevin agreed that was mostly fair.
The following day, they held the second race. The mystery of Brewmasterâs Bend still remained unsolved to most of the grid, but Bewerson managed to use what he had seen and qualify a very respectable second, only half a second behind guess-who. When they lined up on the grid, Sølvi turned around and pointed at him again, and shouted: âDonât!â. That was all the instruction that Kevin really needed. If he crashed into her again he knew she would probably take an axe to his car - and maybe if he was lucky, he wouldnât be in it.
Thankfully, this time all the cars made it around Brewmasterâs Bend without making contact, the first time at least. Sølviâs racing line got passed down the timesheet like a game of telephone, and as the eighteen drivers behind Bewerson slowly made improvements, they slowly became more bold. By the time the half-hour-plus-one-lap race was done, what the pack was doing was nearly starting to resemble motor racing - apart from the number eight car, which had lapped the entire field, twice.
Results of the 2022 Regional Series Championship (Borea)
Table of Contents
Race | Grand Prix | Date | Forum | Wiki |
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Pre-season | Post #1 | |||
âPocket Changeâ | Borea #3 | |||
#1 | Staynes | February 26 | Post #29 | Report |
#2 | Tuvaltastan | March 5 | Post #32 | Report |
#3 | Blueacia | March 19 | Post #34 | Report |
#4 | Peragen | April 9 | Post #35 | Report |
#5 | New LeganĂŠs | April 23 | Post #36 | Report |
#6 | Alksearia | May 7 | Post #39 | Report |
#7 | Phoenixia | May 21 | Post #40 | Report |
#8 | West Borea | June 11 | Post #41 | Report |
#9 | Aduraszna | June 18 | Post #43 | Report |
#10 | Neo-Fantøm | June 25 | Post #44 | |
Summer Break | Post #46 | |||
#11 | Southern Coast | July 23 | Post #51 | Report |
#12 | Nakosa | August 6 | Post #53 | Report |
#13 | Acronis | August 13 | Post #56 | Report |
#14 | Endertopias | August 27 | ||
#15 | Heppenheim | September 10 | ||
#16 | Morstaybishlia | September 24 | ||
#17 | Arsal | October 8 | ||
#18 | Handoko | October 22 | ||
#19 | KorÄetta | November 5 | ||
#20 | Auravas | November 12 | ||
#21 | Sayyed | November 26 | ||
Post-season |
Round 1 is about to start. You know the teams and drivers. And with the presenting teams for most nations not changing much letâs get started with the season.
First letâs quickly see what the closed winter tests learned us. Spiiker Squadron and Novia Racing seem on the pace again. the big surprises seem to be Gyllir Racing who taken over from Eclipse Racing, they seem to be 3rd on pace and taken the spot from Bernitti-Domio, who seem to have slid back into the midfield. And the other teams follow suit. Letâs see if the teams were sandbagging or if everyone was doing the test on actual pace. Letâs quickly go to race 1
Round 1:
The Staynish Grand Prix.
Hello and welcome to the new season of the S1. My name is Madison Harris, I am joined here by a former driver and even a team-boss for a few races Luuk Graveland.
Maddison: Luuk, what do you expect for the season to come?
Luuk: Well, Madison I expect another fight between the top two teams of last year like we saw in the wintertests. I expect the fight between the Spiiker drivers and the Novia drivers to be fierce. We could even see an epic battle between Kalming and Soyer again, But if they start to fight too hard their teammates might close up or even pass them in the championship. And also I am currious to see what Gyllir will be able to do.
Maddison: Yes, you mentioned them like a lot of others, what can we expect from them?
Luuk: They bought the bankrupt team of Eclipse and invested quite a lot of money straight away in the team, they were already supplying them with engines last year and might even helped them with producing this car. But in the wintertests we already saw them being up there. They could turn out te be the biggest competitor of Spiiker and Novia.
Maddison: Letâs go quickly to the recap of the qualfying with commentary of Austin Fisher.
There is a lot of pressure normally on the drivers during qualiying since everything has to go right in that one lap if you want to advance to the next round of qualifying and ofcourse to end on pole-position.
In Q1 positions 20-16 are determined. Pedro Wilson was just above the cut-off line with a 1:33.036, at the end he had a âcomfortableâ back behind him since Kobayashi his fastest time was a 1:33.415 almost 4 tenths slower and he was the fastest of the drivers eliminated from Q1.
Q2 will determine the positions 15-11. Pablo Saez with the time 1:32.468 was the last one to advance into Q3.
Q3 is all the positions from 1-10. Marlan Kalming set the fastest time with an 1:30.115, followed by more then 6 tenths by his title opponent of last year Matthieu Soyer.
Here is the starting grid of the race:
- Marlan Kalming 2. Matthieu Soyer
- Kasran isâVaara 4. Sølvi NyâAĂŚn
- Mitch Noxal 6. Azznup-ĂtsypflĂŚ
- Stefan Amanar 8. Pablo Saez
- CzesĹawa Pajor 10. Pedro Wilson
- Marchello Bellini 12. Leo Arntsen
- Haulan Edzhurat 14. NĂĄkel IntĂĄsime
- Niki Strauss 16. Sirio Kobayashi
- Marianna Edifredi 18. Alphonse Dubost
- Ceana Doilidh Siosal 20. Eumann Zerkaryon Tiridh
The build-up:
Maddison: And welcome back to the grid. So, Luuk any surprises we can make up already from qualifying?
Luuk: Well itâs hard to tell since it is the first qualifying. But as we can say Pedro was lucky not to be eliminated in Q1. He was sure his one lap in the session was enough, it turned out it was and he will start 9th but if 1 of the guys behind him in Q1 managed to pass him he wouldâve started from 16th. Tamradh and MetroCiv need to improve with both of their cars eliminated from Q1. Also I am surprised by Niki who managed to advance through to Q1.
Maddison: Itâs funny you mention him. Since our pit-reporter is with him next to his car, right Casey?
Casey: Yes Maddison, I am here with one of the few rookies of the grid this year. So Niki what are youâre goals for the season?
Niki: Garner experience! I canât expect to just win races this year. We all have to start from somewhere. Even the great champions have to learn the basics.
Casey: You have Wilson as your teammate this season. He is an expierenced driver, is he an mentor for you?
Niki: Oh very, he was a driver I admired when I was watching races!
Casey: You start 15th, where will you finish today?
Niki: I donât have a crystal ball but I donât know. Preferably, in the points. Iâll try my best, and so will Wilson and the rest of the team. We are on this together.
Casey: Good luck today, and donât forget to enjoy your debute
Niki gives a thumbsup and a wide smile
Maddison: So Luuk what do you expect of Niki this season?
Luuk: I think he said it good enough, he needs to get experience. He is not in a team that fights for wins. If he can finish in the points somewhere this season I am sure his season will be a succes. And donât forget he has a contract with the team for 2 years.
Letâs go to the booth now to our commentator this race which we havenât named yet. Which is ofcourse Sebastian. With Casey being the pit-reporter and Austin in race-control
The race:
The start went without a mistake. All driver got away from the start cleanly, this beaing the first race of the season might have something to do with it. The first part of the race also was quite calm, There ofcourse were battles during the race. Lap 18 brought us the first round of pit-stops for the people who chose for the 2 stop strategy. Lap 34 started with a big crash in turn 3. Saez suddenly slowed down because of engine problems, Bellini had no time to react and crashed hard in his team-mate. ĂtsypflĂŚ also crashed in the teammates and Strauss was also a victim, he however was able to continue but he had to make an emergency stop because his front-wing broke. A VSC was called and it took some time to get all the carbon of the track. The race ended almost with a sprint with most of the drivers chosing to pit and take the medium tyres to not have to stop again.
Marlan Kalming came home to win his home-race. He also got the fastest lap which granted him 26 points.
The top 3 of the championship is also the top 3 after the first race:
- Marlan Kalming, 26 points
2. Mitch Noxal, 18 points
3. Matthieu Soyer, 15 points
Qualifying order:
Pole: | 1. SOY | 2. KAL | 3. ISV | 4. NOX | 5. AMA |
Q3: | 6. ĂTS | 7. NYA | 8. PAJ | 9. ARN | 10. EDZ |
Q2: | 11. WIL | 12. INT | 13. BEL | 14. EDI | 15. SAE |
Q1: | 16. STR | 17. DUB | 18. KOB | 19. SIO | 20. TIR |
Race classification:
Qualifying order:
Pole: | 1. NOX | 2. KAL | 3. ĂTS | 4. NYA | 5. SOY |
Q3: | 6. ISV | 7. AMA | 8. PAJ | 9. WIL | 10. EDZ |
Q2: | 11. EDI | 12. SAE | 13. ARN | 14. BEL | 15. INT |
Q1: | 16. KOB | 17. DUB | 18. STR | 19. SIO | 20. TIR |
Mitch Noxal takes the lead at his home race:
Kasran isâVaaraâs gearbox does what it always does in the middle third of the Blueacian GP:
Race classification:
Qualifying order:
Pole: | 1. SOY | 2. ISV | 3. NOX | 4. KAL | 5. NYA |
Q3: | 6. ĂTS | 7. AMA | 8. SIO | 9. EDI | 10. ARN |
Q2: | 11. WIL | 12. PAJ | 13. EDZ | 14. SAE | 15. STR |
Q1: | 16. DUB | 17. TIR | 18. KOB | 19. BEL | 20. INT |
Marlan Kalming attempts to lap a Phoenixian:
Race classification:
CzesĹawa Pajor attempts a qualifying lap:
Qualifying order:
Pole: | 1. NOX | 2. KAL | 3. ISV | 4. SOY | 5. ĂTS |
Q3: | 6. NYA | 7. WIL | 8. INT | 9. AMA | 10. ARN |
Q2: | 11. EDZ | 12. STR | 13. SAE | 14. BEL | 15. KOB |
Q1: | 16. EDI | 17. DUB | 18. SIO | 19. TIR | 20. PAJ |
Mitch Noxal makes a wet-weather overtake:
Race classification:
Is isâVaaraâs time in Novia over?
THAVE - Rumors have started to pour out from the pit crew chief that Novia racer Kasran isâVaara is on their way out. Rumor has it that Hector Adnet is not pleased with the extremely sub-par performance of Kasran. Novia Fan Club reached out for a comment, but our reporters were laughed out for âsub-par journalismââŚwhatever that means.
It is the expressed opinion of Novia Fan Club that we think that isâVarra is safe and will win the next race, showing the team that they do infact need isâVaara if they want to contend for the championship title in any capacity. Maybe it may be time for Adnet to find a new job at another racing club.
Qualifying order:
Pole: | 1. SOY | 2. NOX | 3. NYA | 4. ISV | 5. ĂTS |
Q3: | 6. KAL | 7. ARN | 8. PAJ | 9. AMA | 10. WIL |
Q2: | 11. BEL | 12. SAE | 13. STR | 14. INT | 15. EDZ |
Q1: | 16. EDI | 17. DUB | 18. KOB | 19. TIR | 20. SIO |
Matthieu Soyer begins the Last-To-First Challenge:
Sølvi NyâAĂŚn attempts to lap a Morstaybishlian:
Race classification:
Qualifying order:
Pole: | 1. NOX | 2. NYA | 3. KAL | 4. ISV | 5. ĂTS |
Q3: | 6. EDI | 7. PAJ | 8. AMA | 9. SAE | 10. BEL |
Q2: | 11. INT | 12. WIL | 13. STR | 14. DUB | 15. SOY |
Q1: | 16. KOB | 17. TIR | 18. EDZ | 19. ARN | 20. SIO |
Matthieu Soyer makes up for his mistake in qualifying:
Race classification:
Qualifying order:
Pole: | 1. ISV | 2. KAL | 3. SOY | 4. NYA | 5. ĂTS |
Q3: | 6. NOX | 7. ARN | 8. PAJ | 9. EDZ | 10. AMA |
Q2: | 11. SAE | 12. STR | 13. WIL | 14. EDI | 15. BEL |
Q1: | 16. KOB | 17. INT | 18. SIO | 19. TIR | 20. DUB |
Søvli NyâAĂŚnâs day is ruined by a Morstaybishlian:
Sølvi NyâAĂŚnâs day is ruined by a West Borean and an Aivintian:
The Novia strategy teamâs day is ruined by a West Borean:
Race classification: