Jesus mother******* Christ!
I just returned from my kart session. I think I'm dead now. Or almost, atleast.
For the record, we were driving at an indoor, two-story kart track (called Monza, you might know it if you're living in Vienna). The really really
really fast laptimes are 40 seconds, but we usually drove 44-45 times at average.
I already drove at that track two years ago (my first time karting), for 10 minutes, and boy was I useless after that. But here comes the surprise: we did an company-internal race, so the grid was full at 14 karts. The warmup was 10 minutes. The qualifying, too. And the race... 35. Oh. My. God.
Almost an hour racing on my second time in a kart. Well, I qualified first, with a best time of 43.21
. From the driving speed point of view, I could've easily won. But at about half the race my hands were so useless, I really couldn't grip the steering wheel anymore. Next time I'll get some basic gloves, because my sweaty hands weren't actually improving the situation either. I think I could've easily done some 42.xx times at the end of the race with properly heated tyres, but while the will was strong, the flesh was weak. Very weak. Infact, I cannot even form a fist with my left hand at the moment
So after a total of 55 minutes driving (without break), 68 laps equaling 30.6 kilometers, and alot of willpower I finally finished second. I'm dead, but it was awsome!