Not even a day has passed since the third Rotax Max Euro Challenge and yet I have difficulties with recollecting what happened.

This series of the European Championship was in Denmark, in a silent, even restful place. So was the track: placid and serene. And so was the track when a race was going on: peaceful and calm. That’s not a good sign. Not at a European Championship. On a Saturday, when you’re racing for points to get a good starting position in the pre-final, I understand that pressure isn’t extremely high. But even on the Lord’s day excitement was as dry as dust.
I went looking for some action, some racing spirit. Competiveness. Joy. Anger. Frustration. Anything. A beam of stress. Tension. Please!

I found nothing. Ok, I have to say I witnessed a short moment of stress in our tent. Tension got a little higher than ‘watching TV’-level when some adjustments had to be made right before the final. Still the mechanics made it in time and the pressure faded away like it had never even been there. Their very white t-shirts remained spotless (Jules never found his). And I was left with nothing all over again. In Denmark you get to look at a kids-track and a dull environment with a windmill on every square meter. In Denmark you clap your hands after a race. In Denmark driving is so dull you end up drinking or hanging on a fence. There was a complete emptiness on Sunday.

Which turned out to be quite exciting, because usually a void or a silence announces a hazard. I was expecting something like Katrina, after 4 heats without any disaster or miracle. So before the race I thought those drivers were keeping it all inside (Jules literally said ‘I think I’ll just go full throttle’.).
The final was coming up and something big was going to change all the ever so constant positions (Jules had been sticking to his 8^th position and Christophe was finishing around 17^th all the time, exact results click here). I could feel it in the… ehh… in the emptiness.

But that part of the race was omitted. The DD2 final was a complete anticlimax. The boys seemed to prefer driving behind each other over fighting each other. Jules donated his leading position in the European championship to Simas Juodvirsis. And that was it.
Christophe finished 17^th and Jules 6^th. (Which is an excellent rookie-result by the way, but still the race was dull.)

And yet last weekend’s racing left me with a good feeling. This challenge is well-organized (by RGMMC). The racing is honest. It’s fair and open-faced. Competition is and remains tough. Both of the boys were in good shape but hadn’t managed to find that one or two tenths of a second that could make yesterday’s final a memorable one. A pity, but that’s racing: you win some, you lose some. Let’s hope their talent finds its way out next time. (In the upcoming weekend at the circuit of Genk, to be specific.)