Right, where was I? Oh yeah, being dragged out of bed at stupid o’clock in the morning to go racing… mwahahahahaaha!! (Damn must curb the evilness). NB I will add a small edict here, the clocks went forward in the UK, well they’d gone forward for us when we got to France anyway. I had asked the day before if they went forward in Germany but was advised they hadn’t by my fellow team mates… hmmm never trust a group of petrol heads I’ll get to why this is funny when I get to day four (I think you’re getting the picture, we didn’t realise the error until the following day).
So we drive up to the circuit, getting lost upon the way, I think the “Guys, we’ve missed the turning” was the icing on the cake, then to rely on the car with the sat nav. Hmmm wonderful invention, we’re pointing in one direction, and it appeared we needed to go in the other direction. Instead of saying, turn the car around; it took us on a 10-minute detour around some dodgy town. Cue lots of laughter while we turned the car around.
As we get higher and higher into the hills it’s becoming apparent that it’s a bit foggy. I mean REALLY foggy in fact. No racing for a fair while then. It was decided we would go out on the track that day so it was a tad annoying that we didn’t get very far to start with. It was even worse to find the Cliosport club had turned up… wooo yeah… the bunch of people that think their Clio’s are faster than any super car “ungh, yeah, mate, I totally beat that Porsche 911 GT3 away from the lights and I so kept him off me, ee was ‘aving it ee was.” (Excerpt from an average conversation on there). So the stakes were set, we had to show them that we could whip their arses. NB Yes I know I’ve got a Clio Sport, and yes I do love my car, but the club do annoy me.
Anyway we waited around, had a coffee and waited for the fog to clear. Took a while I can tell you. Finally the fog clears, the load in the car is lightened and stabilised. And that’s it; we’re out on the track.
So the circuit, I wish I could tell you loads about it, but well you are going kinda fast. We got to the end of the first straight where you go right, up under the stands at the grand prix circuit, only we didn’t go right. The Grand Prix circuit was open… woohoo!! hehehehe. So we were off racing. You don’t have time to spot the bits of armco that were replaced, you barely have time to register the people standing on the side of the circuit as you go through. You do notice the bits where you get lift.
Conclusion (sounds like my science lessons… “Conclusion - never mix chemical a with b if that’s not what you were told to do, oh and cold cream is great for cooling singed eyebrows…) Whoops slightly side tracked there. Yes the conclusion, hairy, fast, and nervy but good fun.
The second time was even more scary… the tie fighter was faster this time around… yikes, going sideways around two corners, getting a small amount of air and well it was great fun.
Ended the day hiking through the forests to get photos of things on the track, which included (and no I’m not kidding):
3 Coaches (two were from the UK as well) - we saw one of them going around the Karousell, scary stuff!!
1 Quad bike (insane)
1 Redneck Roadster (some dodgy American pickup painted with camo colours and huge wheels).
Several vans
1 vw camper van
lots of beat up cars…
If you’ve got it… drive it I think.
I’m sure more will come back to me about it but I’ll add it at a later date.
So here are a few tips:
if the ticket says 22Euros instead of 15Euros for one lap… I think it means they’ve opened up the GP circuit for you.
If they make an announcement over the tannoy in German, it means someone’s crashed and the circuit is closed
Never trust a man when he says “we’re only going for a little walk” when there are cars and the nurburgring involved.
The next instalment is shorter as it involves getting up way to early, driving in convoy back with walkie talkies (call sign rubber chicken thank you), me driving super fast down the French roads, all our cars being eyed up by the Belgian police, and only just managing to make it to Calais in time to catch the ferry, all because we’d not put our watches forward, luckily made the ferry even if we did spend far too long sitting in the Passport control queue. Hang on a mo. that was Monday pretty much, oh well, saves me typing it out again I guess.