Well, I’ve just got back from a very mixed race weekend at Cadwell Park. Weather wise it was a glorious weekend, almost too hot. However, the on-track aspect left a lot to be desired and I need to buck my ideas up. (Thanks to Austen for the photo.)
Archive for the ‘Racing’ Category
Firstly the Fury. Adrian came over at the weekend and in between glimpsing at the GP and England’s dismal performance in the footie (the latter not being a great interest of mine, but Anthea’s from Liverpool so it’s in her genes) we started sorting out the Fury. Adrian set to sorting out the sidepod which was battered against the chassis side-impact protection and I started getting at the chassis.
Well, I suppose it couldn’t last. After ignoring the Fury all season it finally had a bad race.
Last weekend we went down to Brands Hatch, again, for a two day, two race, weekend. What’s more, our race on the Sunday was quite early so I was hoping to get home to get on with the J15. I should know not to think like that…
Last weekend was another race meeting, this time at Brands Hatch. (As usual, the Indy circuit. I’ve still never even walked around the GP circuit. One day…)
So, I got the Fury dusted down, I even spent a while doing a nut and bolt check, before going to Brands on Thursday evening. The weather forecast was, for a change, actually quite good so hopefully I wouldn’t be spending the weekend in a confusion about whether to change the wheels, adjust the ARBs, and so on.
By the way, before you complain, my apologies for the lack of video/photos here. I bought a new video recorder (one of these) and the camera is rubbish, generating a truly gruesome vertical vibration. With luck someone will have taken some photos and I can decorate this post later.
Well, it’s cold anyway, especially in the wastelands of Mallory Park race circuit. We were racing there at the weekend, on Sunday, and I spent the Saturday morning fettling the Fury (having completely ignored it since Snetterton) and we set off for Mallory so as to arrive at about 5pm when they’d let us into the circuit. Mallory is unique in that you have to drive round the circuit (actually in the wrong direction) so as to get to the paddock. Hence, you have to queue up outside for ages. Continue reading ‘April is the cruelest month…’ »
