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Then it's in my right mirror. And so on, and .... |
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So after a very good T1, T2, T3 and etc. I see a Cooper getting very close to me in my left mirror. |
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So when I saw a Cooper all over my mirrors already in hatzenbach, I thought to myself: "Is that Rich? Where did he learn to drive like that? Man, he's really improving fast! Only to figure out later that it was Robert. I can hear my Cooper whispering: "One day, when I grow up, I want to be just like Robert's Cooper" |
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Heeee! Haaaw! I just love this picture :) |
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5 sec later, I'm still reading those 100 posts. |
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Right after the first jump, I see Kip on the grass. At this very moment, I see about a hundred e-mails flashing in front of me. Do I aim for him? Do I break? Do I step on it? Go left? Right? Where's he going next? What's happening in my mirrors? |
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I finally decide to go for it, but just get hit on the back wheel.
It’s easy afterwards, that if I had stepped on it earlier I would have made it easy. But in the heat of the action, it is not an easy decision. For me anyway. |
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