However, the other ring attendees are not as choosy. This is one of my favourite photos
Behold! The sexy orange Lamborghini! Behold! The people ignoring it and taking pictures of the heap of crap Scirocco behind it
Anyways, soon after, the mist lifts and the field is allowed on track. Soon after the hilarity begins.
This is one of the Audi team fresh after being “Sabineed”. Note the white as a sheet complexion.
This is the Bunwell massive.
Note their car on the recovery truck after being hauled out of the gravel.
You cant see it, but their brake discs are blue. They are also 200+ euro poorer for their excursion.
As for us? Well our car was in the carpark
And there it stayed. We bought tickets, but we got within 15feet of the entrance and were told that our car was “verboten” to go on the track. They said we could go on if we took all the stuff off the car. As it was pop riveted on, that was not an option.
However, all is not lost. Andy Bayliss, driver of the Subaru Legacy pace car, was on hand to give us a hot lap as passengers. Seriously impressive is an understatement, with his talent being evident. Here’s me and Dave dicking about for the camera in the car.
Note Andy’s steely gaze and total concentration. Respect is due.
The adrenaline had barely faded when we were on our way again. Nurburgring to Amsterdam took a little over four hours and was uneventful apart from the fallout from the ‘ring. Its reputation as a car killer proved well founded with Team Lady Elanor giving up the ghost on the way. This is the replacement.
Several others are affected, but the majority of the field arrive at our final overnight stop. A campsite in the middle of a lake, in the middle of reclaimed land, behind an enormous dyke. Here’s a pic of the old girl after we finished the third stage.
We’d also made a third jump, back to 1885 and we had the kit to prove it.
The field is packed in and tents are set up.
Almost all the field is in perfect running order.
And soon after the drinking and associated tomfoolery starts. Team Banshee host their customary gin party and shortly after it all goes a bit pear shaped. Literally.
