Onward to Italy, a track that I don't think either of us really suspected would be difficult. I don't know about Brett, but I figured I would be able to hang with other cars and let them drag me forward (as can be done at many tracks with two DRS zones). But I underestimated (heavily) the degree to which the DRS train made things a nightmare for someone with a car as bad as mine...when there are three cars closely lumped together in front of you, it's hard to use that next car ahead to keep the gap close because they too are getting DRS the whole time. What I really needed was only one car in front of me...someone fast enough to really help me but slow enough to be able to hang with.
And, well, I don't think anyone checked off that last bit except for Brett, who was slower than me.
Looks like the Mercedes duo pitted right as the Safety Car was coming in and that ruined their race, on furhter review. I don't know what brought out the SC. Looks like we had two of them, actually. Both he and I went back to the soft compound for a late attempt to make up places, but it appears not to have worked AT ALL. Don't know what our problem was, really.
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