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Weather wise, probably not.
But this one just seemed to have everything.
And you know what? I think it was Mr Burger, with an inspired choice of position of the RatVan. It made getting a drink dead easy, and a good place to stand around gassing to people.
Our day started at 6am, ever mindful of the fact that DeR and MOD could turn up at any minute. Compounded by the clocks change. Luckily our fears were unfounded as both cars showed just after 7am. Luckily the ovens had been on for a while and the first of many bacon butties weren't far away!
A superb cross section of cars at our place, topped by both Astons there, both beautiful examples of British engineering at their finest.
The convoy looked excellent leaving the road as me, Yertis and Plotloos trudged down to my car. With a generous bit of right foot on the part of yours truly, several were reined in up the M1, but a glorious cacaphony of noise, shattering Northamptonshire's Sunday slumber.
At the track, pleasantries exchanged, and the job in hand started.
What a day. What a bunch of cars. What weather (for October).
What team spirit. Which is what its all about.
My thanks, in no particular order.
Craig, we did it again. Roll on 7. Any chance you might get up earlier?
Shady, Burri, Rods, Yertis, lovely to meet you guys. Look forward to seeing you at the next one. Al, thanks for not bringing the car.
Smiffy - you sir, are certifiable! Although balanced by your excellent car and control. I've never seen so many people get out of a car laughing themselves silly (myself included).
Phatgixer - an incredible car. The roof down with the German piss pot on your head had tears in my eyes. Great to meet you.
Simonspider - thanks for giving Emm a run in a truly wonderful car. Look forward to seeing you at the next one.
DeR - I brought it back in one piece!
Daz - You should be knighted for services to PH and VMAX. Thank you for an unforgettable drive.
Shady - What a car.
Finally, heartfelt thanks from Emma's folks for the passenger runs both up to Brunters and during the day. They had never been before and had a super time. Thanks to all for making them feel so welcome.
See you all at VMAX 7.
Greg
But this one just seemed to have everything.
And you know what? I think it was Mr Burger, with an inspired choice of position of the RatVan. It made getting a drink dead easy, and a good place to stand around gassing to people.
Our day started at 6am, ever mindful of the fact that DeR and MOD could turn up at any minute. Compounded by the clocks change. Luckily our fears were unfounded as both cars showed just after 7am. Luckily the ovens had been on for a while and the first of many bacon butties weren't far away!
A superb cross section of cars at our place, topped by both Astons there, both beautiful examples of British engineering at their finest.
The convoy looked excellent leaving the road as me, Yertis and Plotloos trudged down to my car. With a generous bit of right foot on the part of yours truly, several were reined in up the M1, but a glorious cacaphony of noise, shattering Northamptonshire's Sunday slumber.
At the track, pleasantries exchanged, and the job in hand started.
What a day. What a bunch of cars. What weather (for October).
What team spirit. Which is what its all about.
My thanks, in no particular order.
Craig, we did it again. Roll on 7. Any chance you might get up earlier?
Shady, Burri, Rods, Yertis, lovely to meet you guys. Look forward to seeing you at the next one. Al, thanks for not bringing the car.
Smiffy - you sir, are certifiable! Although balanced by your excellent car and control. I've never seen so many people get out of a car laughing themselves silly (myself included).
Phatgixer - an incredible car. The roof down with the German piss pot on your head had tears in my eyes. Great to meet you.
Simonspider - thanks for giving Emm a run in a truly wonderful car. Look forward to seeing you at the next one.
DeR - I brought it back in one piece!
Daz - You should be knighted for services to PH and VMAX. Thank you for an unforgettable drive.
Shady - What a car.
Finally, heartfelt thanks from Emma's folks for the passenger runs both up to Brunters and during the day. They had never been before and had a super time. Thanks to all for making them feel so welcome.
See you all at VMAX 7.
Greg
A new world order has evolved.
One in which previous rules have been brutally redefined and for any wishing to partake, the commitment and costs required necessitate a higher level of consideration.
It's one thing to be battered by something lighter, more technically adept in multifarious ways generally, possessing superior aerodynaimcs and having simply more power (the indescribably quick RUF tuned 996GT2 of Guy representing the single greatest car it has ever been my pleasure to experience) but...
...when the instrument of one's emasculation comes in the silhouette of a design more normally associated with flowery shirted mincers called Laurence L, then one's wound licking assumes proportions hitherto unrealised.
For me, the undoubted overall star of the show was the Phatgixien SL65 AMG (apparently tweaked to one notch short of total ejaculation by the DMS massive)...
Resplendant in red, blacked alloys and yet luxurious to the last on board, here was a car that had it all: an acceptable, strangely quasi-muted burble from it's pipes but hemetically sealed Lexian whispology at tickover.
So whilst the R-GT2 might sprint off with more than a modicum of additional vigour, the Poseiden-spec torque of Gixiological tarmac wrenching must surely signify that on those properly religious VMax runs past Bottrop in ze Vaterland, Von Gixer & Herr Guy will be tantalisingly close, the only difference being the fact that one man will be slightly pespiring, the other disrobing for a session of profound, ruffled, female Nubian abuse.
I swear, so obsessed with this engineering tour de force was I, that the Rt Honourable P.Gixer was asked if he fancied a quick two step? Clearly not a man to retire meekly into the shadows of obscurity, the looming candidate for Honourary PHer of The Year merely smiled and accepted.
If ever a smile betrayed an ulterior seam of dreadful superiority...
As ever, the beetle bludgeoned it's way orf the line with the usual cacophonous, vomitory lunge: "Gotcha!" thought I...but hang on, hang on, what the f..?
Within seconds, the red nose of Prussian dreadnaughtism was flashing alongside and before the first corner arrived, I was staring in blanket disbelief at the quadricity of my first ever Brunter's-corner-1-nad squelching.
Like Luke Skywalker I subconsciously reacted to Obi-Wan Gixobi's merciless destruction of my Alderaanic ambitions: "What - HOW?" The master's response was right in front of me and remorseless: "Destroyed...by The AMG Empire!"
Limping back to the start, having tasted the dust from McGixer's boots, it was clear that even through the twistier sections, the Red Destroyer was no vat of Black Forested treacle.
A truly, shockingly, stupendous creation and for the majority of Porsche, Ferrari & Lamborghini owners, a wake up call that the gloves are well and truly orf.
This shouldn't lessen the impression of Guy's GT2: hairier than a gamma radiated tarantula, the King of Performance Road Cars was MAGNIFICENT - it ANNHIALATES everything and mumours of jittery handling by certain sections of the press seemed but the blubberings of an overly sensitive convention of slightly wet kilt weavers.
As with the Gixmobile, my reaction was defining: here lay the route to the next level of Odin's Realm. A Caterham here, an RS there, maybe even an SR3 for afters, if you're a good boy but when Uncle Satan parks his golden behind on your favourite bar stool and Newcastle Brown is the only ale in town, the only salvation lies in savage, gargantuan grunt and the ability to slay all comers, in the Asgardian fields of 160+.
Having said all that, there were subtler pleasures to be had. Shady's DB9 was virtuous nectar and hell's teeth, can that man drive? More or less sideways in his brand new, £110k automotive jewel? Impressive, most impressive. And what a sound...
Funniest drive of the day c/o Ernst von Smiffy, I believe. The P1 meister, to be sure.
I'm sure I won't be alone in singling out the Smiffster for his abject lessons in gross sidewaysism. You, chief, are a star and if I might proclaim, an uncommonly decent bloke to boot. Gawd bless ya.
Also Daz, for once again proving that in the end, technology counts and maybe, indeed certainly, one's insatiable power questing is for naught when competing with a device designed for the pure task of flicking abusive Vs at the boy Isaac 'Gravity is for poofs' Newton: the temptation to adopt the posture of three sixes, two inverted, has never been stronger...the 996tt remains quite the consumate all-rounder.
As others have said too, good to see old acquaintances and fizframe a few names too, Slinky, Dusty C, to name but two.
Plaudits as ever to Messrs Williams & Thomas for stirling efforts in the organisational departments and a general round of gentle applause to all participants for making this the most impressive array thus far.
Cheers!
(Now then, where the number for that chump, Doc. Emmet Brown..?)
One in which previous rules have been brutally redefined and for any wishing to partake, the commitment and costs required necessitate a higher level of consideration.
It's one thing to be battered by something lighter, more technically adept in multifarious ways generally, possessing superior aerodynaimcs and having simply more power (the indescribably quick RUF tuned 996GT2 of Guy representing the single greatest car it has ever been my pleasure to experience) but...
...when the instrument of one's emasculation comes in the silhouette of a design more normally associated with flowery shirted mincers called Laurence L, then one's wound licking assumes proportions hitherto unrealised.
For me, the undoubted overall star of the show was the Phatgixien SL65 AMG (apparently tweaked to one notch short of total ejaculation by the DMS massive)...
Resplendant in red, blacked alloys and yet luxurious to the last on board, here was a car that had it all: an acceptable, strangely quasi-muted burble from it's pipes but hemetically sealed Lexian whispology at tickover.
So whilst the R-GT2 might sprint off with more than a modicum of additional vigour, the Poseiden-spec torque of Gixiological tarmac wrenching must surely signify that on those properly religious VMax runs past Bottrop in ze Vaterland, Von Gixer & Herr Guy will be tantalisingly close, the only difference being the fact that one man will be slightly pespiring, the other disrobing for a session of profound, ruffled, female Nubian abuse.
I swear, so obsessed with this engineering tour de force was I, that the Rt Honourable P.Gixer was asked if he fancied a quick two step? Clearly not a man to retire meekly into the shadows of obscurity, the looming candidate for Honourary PHer of The Year merely smiled and accepted.
If ever a smile betrayed an ulterior seam of dreadful superiority...
As ever, the beetle bludgeoned it's way orf the line with the usual cacophonous, vomitory lunge: "Gotcha!" thought I...but hang on, hang on, what the f..?
Within seconds, the red nose of Prussian dreadnaughtism was flashing alongside and before the first corner arrived, I was staring in blanket disbelief at the quadricity of my first ever Brunter's-corner-1-nad squelching.
Like Luke Skywalker I subconsciously reacted to Obi-Wan Gixobi's merciless destruction of my Alderaanic ambitions: "What - HOW?" The master's response was right in front of me and remorseless: "Destroyed...by The AMG Empire!"
Limping back to the start, having tasted the dust from McGixer's boots, it was clear that even through the twistier sections, the Red Destroyer was no vat of Black Forested treacle.
A truly, shockingly, stupendous creation and for the majority of Porsche, Ferrari & Lamborghini owners, a wake up call that the gloves are well and truly orf.
This shouldn't lessen the impression of Guy's GT2: hairier than a gamma radiated tarantula, the King of Performance Road Cars was MAGNIFICENT - it ANNHIALATES everything and mumours of jittery handling by certain sections of the press seemed but the blubberings of an overly sensitive convention of slightly wet kilt weavers.
As with the Gixmobile, my reaction was defining: here lay the route to the next level of Odin's Realm. A Caterham here, an RS there, maybe even an SR3 for afters, if you're a good boy but when Uncle Satan parks his golden behind on your favourite bar stool and Newcastle Brown is the only ale in town, the only salvation lies in savage, gargantuan grunt and the ability to slay all comers, in the Asgardian fields of 160+.
Having said all that, there were subtler pleasures to be had. Shady's DB9 was virtuous nectar and hell's teeth, can that man drive? More or less sideways in his brand new, £110k automotive jewel? Impressive, most impressive. And what a sound...
Funniest drive of the day c/o Ernst von Smiffy, I believe. The P1 meister, to be sure.
I'm sure I won't be alone in singling out the Smiffster for his abject lessons in gross sidewaysism. You, chief, are a star and if I might proclaim, an uncommonly decent bloke to boot. Gawd bless ya.
Also Daz, for once again proving that in the end, technology counts and maybe, indeed certainly, one's insatiable power questing is for naught when competing with a device designed for the pure task of flicking abusive Vs at the boy Isaac 'Gravity is for poofs' Newton: the temptation to adopt the posture of three sixes, two inverted, has never been stronger...the 996tt remains quite the consumate all-rounder.
As others have said too, good to see old acquaintances and fizframe a few names too, Slinky, Dusty C, to name but two.
Plaudits as ever to Messrs Williams & Thomas for stirling efforts in the organisational departments and a general round of gentle applause to all participants for making this the most impressive array thus far.
Cheers!
(Now then, where the number for that chump, Doc. Emmet Brown..?)
>> Edited by GuyR on Wednesday 3rd November 10:59[/quote]
Did you actually get a run in anything else Guy?[/quote]
I had a run in Henrys GT2 and Cem's 550, both of the people I'd travelled up with.
The trouble with driving a car like the Ruf, is that lots of people want passanger rides and the car is well capable of doing many laps, so it seems pointless not to...............
Guy
quality summary of Sunday's events. 
Der, Welcome to the dark side
Thanks for being so effusive about the SL. I knew it was fast, but it delivers the grunt in such a silken manner it is difficult to really know its true potential. Pitching against such worthy competition as V12 Ferraris and Lambos, GT2s and other assorted exotica was telling, and frankly surprising.
Mind you, it is ferkin expensive!
Thanks for being so effusive about the SL. I knew it was fast, but it delivers the grunt in such a silken manner it is difficult to really know its true potential. Pitching against such worthy competition as V12 Ferraris and Lambos, GT2s and other assorted exotica was telling, and frankly surprising.
Mind you, it is ferkin expensive!
derestrictor said:
If ever a smile betrayed an ulterior seam of dreadful superiority...
As ever, the beetle bludgeoned it's way orf the line with the usual cacophonous, vomitory lunge: "Gotcha!" thought I...but hang on, hang on, what the f..?
Within seconds, the red nose of Prussian dreadnaughtism was flashing alongside and before the first corner arrived, I was staring in blanket disbelief at the quadricity of my first ever Brunter's-corner-1-nad squelching.
Zer Kaiser ist tod ,,,, LONG LIVE ZER KAISER
Did he really do you by the first corner
What they said.
Many thanks to Craig, Greg and Emm for a hoontastic day. Thanks are also due to everyone present for being such good & generous company: I don't think there are any other events that even come close to VMax for the relaxed atmoshere and the opportunity to talk b
ks with fellow petrolheads. 
Many thanks to Craig, Greg and Emm for a hoontastic day. Thanks are also due to everyone present for being such good & generous company: I don't think there are any other events that even come close to VMax for the relaxed atmoshere and the opportunity to talk b
ks with fellow petrolheads. 
A most excellent day - Fortunately Brunters is plenty wide enough to have the P1 stupidly sideways with little risk of impending doom.
For me the long straight was interesting but with just 148 mph to show for it the track back was the main event and as a result my tyres are somewhat shredded at the edges Spent much of the day giving rides which was a real pleasure as most people exited the car in gales of laughter - nice to see - and some with their eyes closed
Thanks to all - a day which really summed up what PH is about for me.
For me the long straight was interesting but with just 148 mph to show for it the track back was the main event and as a result my tyres are somewhat shredded at the edges
Spent much of the day giving rides which was a real pleasure as most people exited the car in gales of laughter - nice to see - and some with their eyes closed Thanks to all - a day which really summed up what PH is about for me.
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