You drift round the corner into the final lap. Holding onto that precious Nitro like it’s some sort of security blanket. “Don’t waste it” you think to yourself, I’ll need it for that final corner. Glimpsing into the corner that 14 out of 20 tells you it’s been a bad race, but whoa nelly look up ahead and there’s a myriad of motors all banged up against one another. The last time you lot met you had dropped from 4th to your current 14th place, so grabbing a barge at the next corner you realise it’s only ½ a lap to go, then another precious nitro comes your way and BOOM. The nitro speeds you like a proverbial bat out of Compton and you meet the pack, SLAM as you release you Barge, which simply fells the competitors to your wayside and into the final corner you release your final Nitro whereupon 3rd place is looking good. BEEP BEEP BEEP, you hear but with nothing but good faith which is misplaced a great Red Ball of Shunting fury whips you over twice and the pack pass you again so you cross the line in 12th place. At least it’s not 13th place you remind yourself.