By the start of FP2 the track had dried but it remained very cold, and while the track drainage had been effective in clearing the water, some of the kerbs remained wet.
Each hour that you take your rest today, a tired mind is suddenly made glad, a bird with broken wings begins to sing, a stream long dry begins to flow again.
Bye, bye Miss American Pie drove my Chevy to the levy but the levy was dry an them good ol' boys were drinkin whiskey and rye singin this will be the day that I die, this will be the day that I die.
So bye-bye, Miss American Pie, Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye Singin'“This will be the day that I die, This will be the day that I die.”.
The track was still wet in some spots from the rain that had continued until the morning, and the race supervisor declared the conditions as wet, but by the time the first GT500 class qualifying session began at 11:37, the track was dry, so all 16 machines went out on slick tyres.
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