CP
16-11-02, 09:38 PM
Well for those of you who are completely bored, today was the day me and MC elected (voluntarily :o ) to travel North to sample the delights of an Oulton Park track day.
Needless to say we left suitable trackday weather (that always occurs down Saarf) well behind as we travelled up at the crack of dawn to near one of the dangerous northern dens of iniquity - otherwise known as Chester lol!
Predictably the weather worsened as we journeyed (thru 2 time zones and a passport check ) leading us to conclude that it is indeed "Grim oop North" :lol:
First of all it was foggy as fook and then for good measure it fecking pissed it down which meant that the track looked more like a river than a road. A Northern conspiracy was suspected when on going out to get fuel (used about ?70 all day!!!!!!) at lunchtime I discovered that you only had to travel about 5 miles from the track to be on bone dry roads and sunshine -Bastid! :o
Anyway we were somewhat heartened to see that many of the muppets in their 'Blades, Wetfields, Tiggers and Cateringvans had forgotten to pack their hoods so they got thoroughly pisswet thru. :lol: :lol: Plus the slightest hint of throttle and they had more arse out action than a bus load of builders in a mooning competition. For some reason they were moaning about this. :? Unfortunately we were rather ashamed to find that they mainly whingeing Saarfern Nancies so they let the side down badly. Wotever, it serves them right - they should get proper cars and not drive around in modified go karts with bike engines in thinking they are hard.
Out on track the appalling weather was suiting us down to the ground and we had a great time pissing everyone off by being the fastest car and drivers with the biggest bollox (well so we thought anyway) Lol!
After lunch it dried a bit but was still fcuk slippy. We held our own tho with Mark notably matching a TVR Tuscan Challenge race car ( I kid you not) during his session. Ian foolishly paid good money to ride around with me and I rewarded him with an arse clenching moment as I lost it completely round the fastest corner resulting in a massive :crazyeye: ohmygodweregoingintothetyres slide which the car fortunately extricated itself from. Err brown stains anyone?
The day finished on a sobering note - some bloke lost it big stylee in his TVR. The back end broke away and he front ended into some armco, bounced off and then spun and front ended again into the pit wall close to where we were standing. They were OK thankfully but by the time the marshalls had cleaned it up in a " lets string this out so we can cancel further track time and pissoff home early" kinda way, that was that.
So anyway we had a really good fun day in the end. We were tested and not found wanting. There really wasn't anything that we couldn't match out there - Novas Rool :twisted: Predicatably as we drove home Saarf the rain stopped and the sun came out. Mark and I agreed that we would be needing a hot baths to get the Northern grime out of our pores, the modelling tarts that we are lmao! :lol:
PS We've discovered the truth behind Ians crash. Its an ages old scally trick - bump into the back of a beemer. When the geezer who owns it stops and gets out, you climb in and nick it! lol :lol: :lol: :lol: :rofl:
Needless to say we left suitable trackday weather (that always occurs down Saarf) well behind as we travelled up at the crack of dawn to near one of the dangerous northern dens of iniquity - otherwise known as Chester lol!
Predictably the weather worsened as we journeyed (thru 2 time zones and a passport check ) leading us to conclude that it is indeed "Grim oop North" :lol:
First of all it was foggy as fook and then for good measure it fecking pissed it down which meant that the track looked more like a river than a road. A Northern conspiracy was suspected when on going out to get fuel (used about ?70 all day!!!!!!) at lunchtime I discovered that you only had to travel about 5 miles from the track to be on bone dry roads and sunshine -Bastid! :o
Anyway we were somewhat heartened to see that many of the muppets in their 'Blades, Wetfields, Tiggers and Cateringvans had forgotten to pack their hoods so they got thoroughly pisswet thru. :lol: :lol: Plus the slightest hint of throttle and they had more arse out action than a bus load of builders in a mooning competition. For some reason they were moaning about this. :? Unfortunately we were rather ashamed to find that they mainly whingeing Saarfern Nancies so they let the side down badly. Wotever, it serves them right - they should get proper cars and not drive around in modified go karts with bike engines in thinking they are hard.
Out on track the appalling weather was suiting us down to the ground and we had a great time pissing everyone off by being the fastest car and drivers with the biggest bollox (well so we thought anyway) Lol!
After lunch it dried a bit but was still fcuk slippy. We held our own tho with Mark notably matching a TVR Tuscan Challenge race car ( I kid you not) during his session. Ian foolishly paid good money to ride around with me and I rewarded him with an arse clenching moment as I lost it completely round the fastest corner resulting in a massive :crazyeye: ohmygodweregoingintothetyres slide which the car fortunately extricated itself from. Err brown stains anyone?
The day finished on a sobering note - some bloke lost it big stylee in his TVR. The back end broke away and he front ended into some armco, bounced off and then spun and front ended again into the pit wall close to where we were standing. They were OK thankfully but by the time the marshalls had cleaned it up in a " lets string this out so we can cancel further track time and pissoff home early" kinda way, that was that.
So anyway we had a really good fun day in the end. We were tested and not found wanting. There really wasn't anything that we couldn't match out there - Novas Rool :twisted: Predicatably as we drove home Saarf the rain stopped and the sun came out. Mark and I agreed that we would be needing a hot baths to get the Northern grime out of our pores, the modelling tarts that we are lmao! :lol:
PS We've discovered the truth behind Ians crash. Its an ages old scally trick - bump into the back of a beemer. When the geezer who owns it stops and gets out, you climb in and nick it! lol :lol: :lol: :lol: :rofl: