Solo Euro Hoon. Car, Guitar, Drone!!!
Discussion
br d said:
Swampy1982 said:
I'm in for the drone footage!
Thanks but I wouldn't get my hopes up too high if I were you! Love the fact your doing your own thing traveling around Europe, the drone shots are a bonus.
Please also arrange for a local to take pictures as you scale a tree to retrieve it.
MDL111 said:
Awesome (the 720 looks great) - looking forward to the updates.
If you come through the Austrian Alps - I drove Großglockner last weekend and it was great, hadn’t been up that road in ages
I saw signs for that last Tuesday week but it was so wet that day ,it really wasn't weather for having fun on mountain passes....If you come through the Austrian Alps - I drove Großglockner last weekend and it was great, hadn’t been up that road in ages
br d said:
Trust me Matt it is the worst half hour of my life.
I tried for years to strengthen my own nails with all sorts of potions and products but it's hopeless. If I want to play I just have to bite the bullet and go into a nail bar.
It goes like this:
I walk in, sheepishly shuffle about by the door while everybody looks around. At this stage it isn't too bad because all the women in there think you're waiting for your wife.
I bask in this glorious invisibility for a while but it's no good, at some point I've got to man up and get my nails done!
At this point I normally do that pathetic "trying to attract somebody's attention" thing but of course they aren't expecting me to
be there for business so they just ignore me.
Then the crunch. In front of all the women I have to say loudly "Could I get my nails done please"
You may think we live in a happy clappy world where we are all comfortable in our own identity and nobody ever judges you but believe me at that point I might as well have 3 heads.
Perhaps I should get them done in Islington or somewhere rather than a provincial Essex commuter town.
Then when it finally sinks in I get invited to sit at a desk. You wouldn't believe how closely crammed together those desks are. Cheek by jowl with the girls either side.
At this point I always want to proclaim in a stentorian voice "It's for my guitar playing!" But I'm normally a beaten man by then and I just meekly point to what I want done and succumb.
And let me tell you your wives are suffering in there! They layer that stuff on and then stick your hand under a light and it's f
king hot!
It really burns your fingers and if you try and sneakily move your hand away they shove it right back, no mercy.
The whole thing is pretty awful.
Mate, you’d be better off flouncing in with a ‘Hey You!’ greeting, telling anyone that looks at you they look ‘amazing darling’.. I tried for years to strengthen my own nails with all sorts of potions and products but it's hopeless. If I want to play I just have to bite the bullet and go into a nail bar.
It goes like this:
I walk in, sheepishly shuffle about by the door while everybody looks around. At this stage it isn't too bad because all the women in there think you're waiting for your wife.
I bask in this glorious invisibility for a while but it's no good, at some point I've got to man up and get my nails done!
At this point I normally do that pathetic "trying to attract somebody's attention" thing but of course they aren't expecting me to
be there for business so they just ignore me.
Then the crunch. In front of all the women I have to say loudly "Could I get my nails done please"
You may think we live in a happy clappy world where we are all comfortable in our own identity and nobody ever judges you but believe me at that point I might as well have 3 heads.
Perhaps I should get them done in Islington or somewhere rather than a provincial Essex commuter town.
Then when it finally sinks in I get invited to sit at a desk. You wouldn't believe how closely crammed together those desks are. Cheek by jowl with the girls either side.
At this point I always want to proclaim in a stentorian voice "It's for my guitar playing!" But I'm normally a beaten man by then and I just meekly point to what I want done and succumb.
And let me tell you your wives are suffering in there! They layer that stuff on and then stick your hand under a light and it's f
king hot! It really burns your fingers and if you try and sneakily move your hand away they shove it right back, no mercy.
The whole thing is pretty awful.
Edited by br d on Saturday 26th May 17:30
You’ll be invisible within minutes
Oh my fecking word.
I drove it properly this morning.
Got up early and headed out of Beaune across country toward Dole via all the little villages.
These are wonderful driving roads , it's why I come to France, flat, fast with miles of visibility.
A perfect dry, bright morning and no one about.
As I was heading out Thriller came on and it seemed to fit so I put it on repeat and cranked it right up.
The first long straight I floored it.
fking hell this thing is quick!
I've never driven a proper racing car on a track but this must be what it feels like, it's just devastatingly fast. People always talk about being pinned in the seat and a lot of it is hyperbole but flooring this really does that, it's fking scary.
It hurtles out of bends and actually feels more planted the faster you go, on the long sighted sections I was absolutely flying. When I came over I set the Speedo to Kmh, I don't have the mental dexterity to convert the speeds in my head but a few times I glanced down it started with a 2.
Something happens on the dash when you're thrashing it, a bar of colour runs across, must be something to do with gear changes but I didn't want to keep my eyes on it because outside stuff was happening very quickly.
Michael was singing "You try to scream but terror takes the sound before you make it" and while white knuckling the steering wheel I thought you're not wrong there old son.
The air brake was slamming up and down in the rear view mirror which is such a buzz, the brakes are ridiculously good when you're really hitting them.
There are so many long flat sections of road out there it seemed to last forever. Some have big trees planted every 100 yards along the whole section and it did occur to me that if I made one little mistake I wouldn't be recounting this to anybody.
I came up behind other cars a couple of times so slowed right down and sat in behind them, Even though there was nothing else about I wanted the fun of pulling out and blasting past them, it's just an animal when it takes off!
My heart was racing when I reached the outskirts of Dole and I had to blast the aircon to get back to normal!
Great fun and I'm very lucky to be in the position to do it. I don't know if I'll find better roads than that on my whole trip.
I drove it properly this morning.
Got up early and headed out of Beaune across country toward Dole via all the little villages.
These are wonderful driving roads , it's why I come to France, flat, fast with miles of visibility.
A perfect dry, bright morning and no one about.
As I was heading out Thriller came on and it seemed to fit so I put it on repeat and cranked it right up.
The first long straight I floored it.
f
king hell this thing is quick!I've never driven a proper racing car on a track but this must be what it feels like, it's just devastatingly fast. People always talk about being pinned in the seat and a lot of it is hyperbole but flooring this really does that, it's f
king scary. It hurtles out of bends and actually feels more planted the faster you go, on the long sighted sections I was absolutely flying. When I came over I set the Speedo to Kmh, I don't have the mental dexterity to convert the speeds in my head but a few times I glanced down it started with a 2.
Something happens on the dash when you're thrashing it, a bar of colour runs across, must be something to do with gear changes but I didn't want to keep my eyes on it because outside stuff was happening very quickly.
Michael was singing "You try to scream but terror takes the sound before you make it" and while white knuckling the steering wheel I thought you're not wrong there old son.
The air brake was slamming up and down in the rear view mirror which is such a buzz, the brakes are ridiculously good when you're really hitting them.
There are so many long flat sections of road out there it seemed to last forever. Some have big trees planted every 100 yards along the whole section and it did occur to me that if I made one little mistake I wouldn't be recounting this to anybody.
I came up behind other cars a couple of times so slowed right down and sat in behind them, Even though there was nothing else about I wanted the fun of pulling out and blasting past them, it's just an animal when it takes off!
My heart was racing when I reached the outskirts of Dole and I had to blast the aircon to get back to normal!
Great fun and I'm very lucky to be in the position to do it. I don't know if I'll find better roads than that on my whole trip.
Edited by br d on Sunday 27th May 15:52
Pericoloso said:
Pics from the potato phone ?.....
please.....of anything.....
Oh you are going to regret asking for pics Mr P, I have tons of them, and all my usual crap quality!please.....of anything.....
When I'd eventually brought my heart rate back to normal I stopped in a car park next to the river in Dole, it's a beautiful little town and I took this pic:
So as I'm sitting there people are coming over and chatting as they always do, taking pics and saying "Magnifique!" which I love everytime cos I'm a great big tart.
Then a bloke parks up in a ropey old van and comes over. he has no English at all and he's talking very quickly so my appalling French is completely useless. He keeps saying "Ferrari, Aston" and pointing off into the distance. Then he starts repeating "Exposition, exposition" and more pointing.
After a few minutes of this I gather that there is some sort of car show nearby. I get google maps out and he's trying to point at things but he's a bit excitable and I'm not really getting it. Then he mimes driving and slaps his van and points at my car so I say "D'accord" and we drive off with me following him.
He takes a tortuous route down a load of back streets and eventually we drive onto a pretty dodgy looking industrial estate, scrap yards and the like, so I'm getting a bit suspicious and watching out for sudden movement. Then we come out of that, cross a roundabout and I start seeing signs for the car show. We pull into the car park of a huge industrial unit and there is a massive show going on with thousands of people everywhere!
He takes me right up to it, a quick word with security, they move all the barriers and he parks me right outside the place and suddenly there are hundreds of people round the car!
It quickly becomes apparent that he is an important guy because there are loads of people bowing and scraping to him, I'm completely confused but thank f
k he goes and gets a lovely girl called Stephanie who teaches English. She explains that he is the main man, he is something to do with the French Porsche club and he has organised the whole thing!I am VIP'ed in through the back doors (I later went out and paid anyway) and he starts introducing me to a whirlwind of different people, all of who are also jabbering away in French and Steph is trying to keep me up to speed. I'm meeting all the big wheels from various French clubs, Merc, BMW, Ferrari, it just went on and on! It turns out they don't have a McLaren and they start pointing at various areas to get my bloody car in the show! I'm telling Steph I can't do that because don't have much time, don't want to get boxed in all day becuase I have some plans for the afternoon.
So I've taken about a million pictures of the stuff in the show and I'm going to inflict them on PH!
It was very varied, not Supercar stuff really but all sorts.
I stayed a few hours, met tons of people, got treated like royalty and had a fantastic time, completely out of nowhere!
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