It's a shitload of fun. I had an R300 which is a pretty ridiculous car. It was murdering pretty much everything on the corners, and while the Ferraris would get me on the straights it was mostly the R300 that came out on top. Well, the Radicals were pretty fucking ridiculous but I generally got out of the way of those pretty quick - mirrors are useless but you hear the fuckers coming up behind you. At Donington I was wandering around the garages before kick off and spotted an old Camel Lotus F1 car from the 80s - shat bricks thinking I was going to be on track with that but thankfully it wasn't out that day.
One fun thing - one bloke had an R600 at Donington - think an R300 but with sequential shift instead of having to kick shit out of the clutch and use a standard stick, and twice the power to weight ratio and bigger fatter stickier tyres. I murdered the fucking thing, because the guy driving it didn't have the balls. I'm not sure quite what's wrong with me but honestly the instant I step out onto a track the red mist descends. Honestly lap 1 at Donington, I'd never even been there before, let alone driven it, and I was balls-out foot-to-the-floor having not even had a sighter lap due to the car not starting while everyone did that. I was entirely relying on the iRacing laser scan being accurate and my guess on the car's limits being accurate. Best fun ever.
