RE: SOTW: Ford Fiesta XR2 Stock Hatch
Discussion
Maty said:
Travelodge!!!! Buy a tent! Part of the fun of going racing is the evenings spent in the paddock with the other drivers, bbq's, beers etc!
This. My Legnum VR4 made a very spacious motorhome when I raced minimoto's several years ago. Arriving at the track, throwing all my kit out into someone else's awning and then inflating a double matress in the car was the way to do it. Especially at this time of year when my tented friends had the elements to contend with. Fairly certain I spent way more on fuel than I did on anything else for those two years. Though for some, the beer bill would have been more than that of racing.It's a sad day when someone who calls themselves a pistonhead recommends a scabby old volvo over, well, this. No racing thoroughbred it must be said, but this low-cost low-mods sort of racing always generated the best grids, and some superb close racing.
Anyone who hasn't actually taken part in a genuine honest-to-goodness circuit race, genuinely doesn't know what they're missing. Nothing can prepare you for the pure adrenaline rush that is a REAL race. Track days, sprints, even hill-climbs, just don't come close. Until you've gone round Lodge corner, on 3 wheels, half backwards, in a last-lap desperate lunge to get past the bloke in front whilst simultaneously trying to stop the bloke behind from getting past, you haven't lived, I say. I imagine the rally boys get a similar sensation when a tree appears out of no-where, right on their projected trajectory, and somehow they miss it.
Cracking shed, Riggers, well spotted. And just go out and buy one for goodness sakes. It's easier to seek forgiveness than it is to ask permission.
As for that camping lark. I. Don't. Think. So. I bought this almost before I bought the car:
See you REAL pistonheads at Oulton Park on the 24th!
Anyone who hasn't actually taken part in a genuine honest-to-goodness circuit race, genuinely doesn't know what they're missing. Nothing can prepare you for the pure adrenaline rush that is a REAL race. Track days, sprints, even hill-climbs, just don't come close. Until you've gone round Lodge corner, on 3 wheels, half backwards, in a last-lap desperate lunge to get past the bloke in front whilst simultaneously trying to stop the bloke behind from getting past, you haven't lived, I say. I imagine the rally boys get a similar sensation when a tree appears out of no-where, right on their projected trajectory, and somehow they miss it.
Cracking shed, Riggers, well spotted. And just go out and buy one for goodness sakes. It's easier to seek forgiveness than it is to ask permission.
As for that camping lark. I. Don't. Think. So. I bought this almost before I bought the car:
See you REAL pistonheads at Oulton Park on the 24th!
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