JT Smeaton has taken the absurd notion of finishing on the podium in every race he enters and turned it into his personal pastime, leaving a trail of scorched egos in his wake. He’s barely out of the rookie wrapper, yet somehow he’s already commandeered more P1 trophies than most of you manage in a decade. With an uncanny knack for clawing his way up from mid-pack, he seems determined to make the rest of you look like lawn gnomes in his rearview mirror. Frankly, if you’re not stepping aside when Smeaton comes barreling through, you’d better brace yourself for humiliation on a grand scale.

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