white crow, black heron

One more entry before the year ends. I look at all the loving people, brainwashing each other, gaslighting each other... what is my value to them? What do I mean? Who cares that I am a sim racing champion? Either way it signifies nothing. This is my condition, my fate. I did my best for something insignificant for everyone else.

I used to say, I want to be a sim racer to entertain people and inspire other people to do better. It don't mean much now. Nobody cares what I do. There is no ride into the sunset. There is no triumphant entry into the vanishing point. There is no validation, vindication, or even vilification. 

The chance for redemption requires the world to change.

chipmunk laugh track

Unofficial Standings by Dom Wings

I missed the first two rounds, I didn't have the pace of the front runners, and I never figured out the car. I only finished 4th overall in the standings because of dwindling attendance. I had a tough time in this series. Apart from Interlagos, I had never raced on any of the other tracks before. My race prep was more about learning the track and I didn't get up to optimizing the car. I also lacked experience with the rolling starts and safety car restarts and would often lose positions in those conditions. At least I scored points in every race I entered. Anyway, this series is done.