England's Green and Chequered Win

Good Friday, and with the Westcountry awakening to sunshine, all roads headed north, to the Primo Green Brahampton Northfield on the International  Raceway, 

As we moved further north a light dusting fell away to the proof of that anything north of Southampton got a true deluge of snow, as the Horton Road to the stadium, looked like 2 badly iced Christmas cakes, such was the drift....
So an attendance in the 50's, not seen since the European weekend the previous year, and for a domestic meeting not seen since, last Easter!

So the first went away, before Westcountry pair Jamie Beere (954) and Jay Tomkin (290) had a little clinch. After Lordy Gordy (7) gave an opening gambit with the bumper, made his RCE go sick the following corner.  Local chap Peter Hobbs (8) took a win from yellow, something things never change at NIR!

The second heat saw a quite tasty tussle between Golden Mickey and the Hurricane Hooper, trying to put in a few blows away from home, however it was Brennan who got Neil in a spin. Up front, the top yellow to watch in the country, Aaron Vaight  (184) led them away, before the how is he blue, blue top Kelvyn Whalley (101) took over

The consi was one of looking where Moodie was. However he got hooked up behind Daniel Fallows (581) slowing his progress down. Track Champion at NIR, Mike Green (115) took the duster on a trip.

Popus Colinus Higmanus  DCCLXXVIII

A 36 car final was what the people wanted, and it was what the people got as Autospeed, said, 3 12's are 36, lets have a good un! Two dropped out before the start, but when things got rolling all eyes turned to the ex James Thackra DK car, under the hands of Ashley England (846), a new driver, with a racing heritage behind him. He sped away, and was in a half lap lead fairly early. It looked in the bag for a flag to flag, until travelling Scottish yellow top Wullie Draeger (102) got the mother of all blow jobs, as white smoke embellished the racetrack.
Colin Higman was not in residence
With the grid closed, England got a perfect start, with plenty of daylight between the chasing pack of Moodie and Green. As those watched the red top battle behind, England had pulled away from Vaight and was in the distance. Chequered collected, and a decent last bender from Moodie on Green saw a very entertaining final which had all spectators clapping, albeit slightly muffled with gloved hands.... Most headed home, to warmth or to Skeg so didn't see Whalley win the GN

Points of Order....

Happy shit roads to the westcountry day! Usually, we're going against the tide and never meet  traffic. With the opportunity to Co-Drive, Uncle Lampy, took a punt on A43 for way home. It was a good punt, otherside of Swindon in under an hour. However the next 2, trying to go through said Wiltshire town was a bit of a chore. My predicament gained no sympathy from racing brothers and Ant n' Dec tribute act Duncan and PJ Moss. "Unlucky!" was Mr Moss Jnr's helpful retort.

Primo, for all intents and purposes,  is a strawberry and kiwi based energy drink. It wasn't a bad drop...very sweet!

Diggy Smith (116) made his Saloon comeback in style, making his presence felt, in what looked like an over ironed banger!

Proof that BMW drivers are on the whole inconsiderate, 3 beemers asked to move cars, including this numpty. On a bank holiday, people are going on holiday to the coast, often leave their brains at home. We had a beemer doing an undertake, so as a fellow German car driver, I kept him in the middle lane for 3 junctions. Coming into the roadworks, I like the rest, slowed to 50mph. Now coming up behind me lights flashing, was not a BMW. Not even an Audi, or a chavved up Focus. It was a Norman Gormless type in a brown Fiat Multipla, a bit like the OAP mobile that Top Gear did. He was josticulating wildy ordering me to move over. Stood fast and stuck to the limit did I, forcing him to go the high side. Once the national speed limit sign came, I gave it the beans, josticulated back, and the spirit of Christianity swamping the air on Good Friday was restored....

Myself and Lampy considered the fact that I Drove All Night is our racing roadtrip song. Cyndi Lauper or Roy Orbision its all good. Although Roy, probably wouldn't have driven all night as he was registered blind. What is disconcerting is that potetnially he did, or his guide dog did. He then proceeded to wake said lady from her sleep and make love to her. Presuming consent had been given and that she was fully aware of this, otherwise its rape Roy, the achievement that he actually got his end away, with a semi comotosed woman, and still had full faculties in order after. Most women just mumble an expletive and roll over.

As everyone rushed off to Skeg... I rushed off to the car, switched the blowers on full and heat to max!

A nice report from Skeg should be heading our way soon enough, in the meantime, the meetings come thick and fast...