When a three-time British Rally Champion proclaims “…and that’s the biggest moment of my life there” on video, you know that the preceding piece of car control must have taken superhuman skill to keep it out of the scenery – firing a Subaru WRX STi between two dry stone walls at 150mph while fighting to keep it in a straight line ranks highly on the “Oh, sh…” scale.
is plain insane.
“There are a few scary parts on the track,” says Higgins. “Even before my big moment I’ve always found the bottom of Bray Hill daunting. Nearly losing it last year, I’m always mindful of it going through there.
“It’s flat out in the car and there’s a compression right at the bottom followed by a bump – that’s the reason we had the slide through there. The car bottomed out and the wheel arch kissed the tyre sending it sideways.”
Even though Higgins was born on the island, he says it took him countless laps over years to properly learn the course, and that with every tour he’s still learning. There’s no hope for me then.
Sat on the start line of the 37.73-mile TT mountain course, ready to follow Higgins round the Manxman’s back yard, I’m glad he’ll be lapping at a much reduced pace.
Two successful laps completed, including putting clear daylight between the Subaru’s tyres and the tarmac at Ballaugh Bridge, I can go away pleased. Having driven the Nurburgring with BMW’s M driver training (watch out for that one on PH soon), to me at least, the mountain course is a more relentless, more challenging and scarier proposition altogether.
While day one was just a leisurely jaunt round the course, for Higgins, day two is where he can really show how it’s done. With a switch to Subaru’s new BRZ, closed roads, a professional rally driver and miserable conditions I’m in for a more representative ride of what he and a well prepared car can do.
His BRZ isn’t quite standard, however. It’s been lightly breathed on and has new wheels and tyres – junking the Toyota Prius OEM hoops – as well as some trick three-way adjustable dampers and removal of most of the car’s interior.
To the uninitiated co-driver like me, it seems quick. He’s a racer first and foremost and it’s his job to not just push the envelope, but lick the stamp, write the address and drop it in the post box. So when we set off down the greasy wet stage seemingly no wider than a BRZ, Higgins candid comment of “I only usually crash in fifth or sixth gear anyway” is ringing in my securely buckled crash hat.
“This must feel slow to you though?” I ask him. “Yeah, it does. All I need now is another 200hp,” he replies. Rally drivers, hey…