The official track certificate showing my best lap at 134 mph. I was disappointed I didn't go faster, but thrilled nonetheless. I thought I could have done better but my spotter told me, through the static of the in-helmet radio -- the engines are loud so it's very hard to hear -- that I had the faster two-seat car coming up on me. As a result, I moved over to the inside of the track so he could pass and was unable to build speed into the turns by riding high down the straight and diving down into the turns. I stayed low the whole time but the two-seater didn't pass me until my last lap. For sure that cost me time.