Last weekend the G-Star RAW Racing Team attended another series of the BMC championship at the circuit of Genk. Again, with the same three guys in the Senior class (Luca, Jules and Glenn) and the same solo performer in the DD2 class (Christophe).

The outside temperature was of the kind that demands a sweater; the sky was of the kind that demands heavy eye squeezing. I can still feel it in my muscles, my poor, poor little eye muscles that had to contract all Sunday long. Soon I will be getting wrinkles.

And if that frowning doesn’t wrinkle me, then yesterdays racing will – our Senior class drivers racing to be specific.
Christophe did a good job and left the RAW Racing Team behind with a loss of two places (Christophe qualified 2^nd and finished 4^th in both races). Not great, but good enough: Christophe made himself a likely candidate for the Belgian DD2 Championship. How is that possible? This is the BMC, remember. You never know with those Belgians. The misère started when Christophe’s class left the track and the three musketeers joined their class to occupy it.

The following part is not suitable for fathers who have sons who fought in the Senior class yesterday.
The start of the first Senior heat separated our three musketeers. They finished alienated. Between the start and finish of the first heat of the Shame class some rather embarrassing events occurred. I’d rather not go into the details. The drivers in question were asked to wear their race suits inside out after this race.
I found the concerning drivers in the back of a pickup truck. One of the drivers spoke about heavy shame; another talked about crying. I could talk about repentance after sin now, but I wont. If your glass is half full then you’ll probably say ‘but all three of them managed to finish before the 33^rd driver did!’ Let me know where I can get such glasses, because I know a couple of ashamed seniors who could use one.
During the second heat of the Senior class, our fighters did fight. They all won some places but never finished prior to their qualifying positions, which weren’t exactly great. So if you take QP 10 –which isn’t great for Dr 1- minus F 10  in H 2 you still get nothing (and this doesn’t include H 1). Now if you add the square of stupidity to this, you result is a number below zero. The same thing holds for Dr 2 who Q 14 and F 14 but S 13 during H 2 (for exact race results click here). Naught. As for Dr 3, I was asked not to mention him. And not to mention that I was asked to not mention him. Which I just did. Which leaves me with zero as well. Or love, as they say in tennis. A better subject.

Love, yes. I love hearing the sound of laughing man. That raw laughter that’s instantly linked with filth and that’s audible in the neighbour’s tent. A sound of comradeship. A sound that instantly reminds us of the reason why we’re doing this sport. Because it’s a sport.
Eric Stahl knew this all along. Eric is an acquaintance of mine who happens to find joy and recreation in the kart sport as well, and whom I encounter in the paddock every once in a while. He won three races yesterday and drove as if his tank was filled with gold (OK, light-weight gold). But it’s his body that’s filled with talent, if I’m not mistaking. I hope he’ll be there to make my day again the next time (BNL, Genk), if my own drivers fail to do so.

But they won’t. Some of them just had an off-day yesterday.