Many of you have been following our lack of progress in Targa Tasmania on the blog. If you haven't, then you need to know that after running 18th out of 265 and second in our class on the first stage of the day, we took a strategic decision: drop back to 106th, where we are perfectly poised to strike at any weakness in the first 110.
Friends, you know this is right. All we need is the first 105 runners to drop out and we are on the podium.
And the strategy is working. My tip for the gold medal, the Tasmanian royalty team of uncle and nephew, Jason and John White, were fined 10 minutes and put in the naughty corner with their Dodge Viper Extreme for being late for lunch.
Anyway, Steve Glenney and Dennis Sims took over the lead in one of the three million Lotuses in the field but then found a tree that severely altered the front of their car. That gave Matt Close and Cameron Reeves the lead in their Porker GT3 RS.
Now, while we have been sharing the driving and navigating duties, can I report that the King of Kensi is the same person who had so little confidence in my navigational abilities that he got a black Texta and wrote a big R with an arrow pointing right on the windscreen.