The moment the car started moving all the pain and concern vanished, and the sick feeling in my stomach disappeared as well... What was painful and cramped while sitting still was all of a sudden stabilising and comforting. The track was wet, so I didn't give it everything, but it was quick, quicker than the FF by quite a bit. There was one particular corner where it seemed to understeer chronically and I couldn't believe I was taking it too quickly - when I got out, I had a look at the front tyres and it would appear they were due for replacement. The F3 wasn't as much fun as the FF, but I think in the dry it would have been more fun than it was.&lt;br /&gt;
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By this stage, the rain was settled, and people were starting to get into the F1. There was never any real question of stopping the day, unless it got to a situation of standing water on the track.&lt;br /&gt;
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Throughout the day so far, the instructors (about 8 of them I think) had been grading drivers and had sorted the drivers into 3 basic groups... There were the slow drivers that realised their limitations and didn't push, then there were the quick drivers that were obviously trying, and they also had a couple they had reservations about letting into the F1 cars.