No World Cup fixture today, and I confess I was at something of a loss without one. I turned instead to the Nürburgring, the twenty-four hour endurance race in the Gr.3 cars, and found myself thoroughly outpaced; the field laps around eight minutes ten while I labor in at eight thirty. The honest answer is more practice, though I have begun to wonder how much longer GT7 holds me. The lawn, at least, needs no such deliberation. The front is filling in handsomely and the back, which I had half given up on, is quietly coming back to life.