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Tel's Tales 070/16 Curborough Figure of 8 27th Aug 2016 With a late entry for Pete Goulding in his Mygale FF single seater there were 6 of us compared to last year's 8. This ws probably due to the clash with the Loton hillclimb weekend and LDMC's Harewood event on Sunday. In the end it was a disappointing/frustrating day mainly due to the number of cars and the weather resulting in only 1 timed run for most of us. There were actually 80 entries with thousands of Porsche cars and Cateringvans. P1 was mostly uneventful but did take nearly 2hrs 30mins and this prompted the BMMC orgainers to run nonstop with no lunch break in an attempt to get the 2 practice and 2 timed runs in. John Loudon seemed to have a lack of power exiting Fradley hairpin and my Dash2 display was going bonkers with intermittent faults which need tracing...my least favourite job. For T1, which started around 1400hrs, the track was still not warm after the early morning rain so most of us went for a banker run rather than flat out. Towards the end of these runs there was a big downpour which was really “game over” and we all put our cars in our trailers. Unluckily for Steve Everall he had already left the paddock and was stuck in the start line queue getting soaked. He did his run and on his Avon ZZS tyres was about 10secs slower thatn T1 but was quickest in his class on the day in the wet but not in the dry!. It was good to have quite a few visitors during the day who had braved the bad weather forecast. In the end Pete Goulding was second fastest car just missing out on FTD. Pete was awarded the trophy as fastest “Westfield” driver but the real fastest Westfield on the day was Derek Hodder in his supercharged Honda car beating his mate Gary Bunn. Best Times Pete Goulding class J2 55.91 secs Derek Hodder class H 58.09 secs Gary Bunn class H 58.44 secs Terry Everall class G 59.01 secs John Loudon class E 60.78 secs Steve Everall class B2 66.06 secs Terry Everall Speed Series Correspondent Class G competitor

Nice Module 3 done, It looks like a car from certain angles.

Module 2 complete, and another 4 hours. looks a bit more like a car..

I love Lego. Boys and toys, who'd have thought. But look what I've got. Even opening the box has me giggling. With a 1" thick build manual it will keep me busy. (for those of you who don't build lego, go on treat yourself. You get an accurate build manual and ALL the parts....... Whats that all about?)

I have been watching this over the past few days. It really is a great film and well worth watching.

Had an enjoyable weekend ​, usual speed series camaraderie, another excellent GF arranged Saturday meal. Weather messed things up a little but managed a good 2nd practice run Sunday but couldn't match in the T1 before the rain came.

It’s 0530 and all is well with the world, children peacefully quiet for once, yes they are asleep. Your better is half dreaming hopefully of making you breakfast on your return, but probably of someone better looking, more considerate and richer... You are now wide awake and thinking how quietly you can slip downstairs, open the door and enter the cool morning air. The security light glimmers to life and the crack of the garage door opening causes you to shudder, did I wake someone? Push the car out the garage, manoeuvre back and forth, up and down, now push up the slightly rising drive and out into the street, a bit further now and roll to a stop. Slide into the car and push the helmet down over your cold head, glad of its protection from 10 degrees of cool summer morning mist. You think ahead in anticipation of the wind speed over, under and around your head. Stretch the awkward belts, clip the buckle, tighten the same tricky belts and push the gloves onto cold hands grateful of protection. Now the moment, will it start ? Flip the switch , a pause then a slow churn quickening slightly as the cells in the battery warm, then nothing. Pause, the battery needs to recover, try again, and a second push on the button brings joy. A cacophony of pistons awaken from their slumber and chunter in grumpiness from their sudden interruption of sleep. Let the drive begin It’s cold and the first few minutes are spent listening for any new sounds that weren’t there last time, feeling the atmosphere, assessing the road conditions, checking the light, how far can you see. Then the gauge anxiety begins, is it warm enough yet, can I give it more revs, will it warm in time for my favourite stretch of acceleration and be ready for the corner. You exit the constraints of the town and mocking traffic lights and enter your treasured zone. The joy of this car is the ability to feel and smell everything around you and sense changes in the environment. Speed doesn’t make the difference but the feel of the road surface beneath you, the wriggle of the wheel in your palms with your fingers simply guiding rather than gripping. The car responds directly as the road rises and falls, the camber pulls and pushes. The car feels delightfully nervous sharing your adrenaline, telling you where it needs to be. The patches of early morning mist are split by clear blue skies but under my chin is cold and clammy, where the helmets protection is scant. The left knee is warm against the tunnel and the right is ever active kept occupied, never given time to complain. The fun lasts an hour and many details can never be shared even with you. Then the sun comes up and blinds your visor, signalling time to head for breakfast in the hope your better half telepathically felt your inner needs. We approach the familiar terrain of corners you could make irrespective of light, or wakened state, checking gauges for status as the adrenaline subsides and urban limits impose. The giver of joy is lovingly placed into slumber, ticking and gurgling in contentment in the holy place where you would gladly live if only given the chance. The breakfast is made, chattering ensues and you listen. Silently you reflect on the drive, all you want to do, is talk about how you felt when you made that heroic corner, the joy of unrelenting acceleration. No one asks the right question. As you reflect feeling the contentment within, you are now ready to mow the lawn, paint the bathroom and take the small child to the library. This is what being alive is all about. Some day you won’t be allowed to do this, so take it, remember it and love it.

Sorry I was looking at the wrong listing for sale Good price that

Thanks for an excellent tour of the Essex countryside today guys, really enjoyed it. Great breakfast too! Can't play next weekend sadly as away on holiday, but look forward to doing it again very soon. ☝

Here we are parking up at the hotel in Dijon

Here we are driving to Reims-Gueux circuit

I have seen these before. If you put a Westfield badge on them parts are likely to be missing and the instructions will be vague.

Side note, Lego are bringing out a Caterham model later this year. Could probably be rebranded easily enough... https://ideas.lego.com/projects/87703

My car's on the stand and we've been met with the usual friendly hospitality.

Scrap that, I can't make this unfortunately, I'm taking the missus away for the evening. They always get in the way of our fun!

Don't forget it's good etiquette if you've bin racing to put crosses over the numbers if they're out on the road ......... sorry... heatstroke or a lightning strike - one of the two

ziltch all day except 1 or 2 very light spots late PM . Met Office forecast , maybe the odd shower for Sunday but nowt to worry about .

John Terry

Never managed to get there, but my grandson supported the day and visited the WSCC Scottish Stand… no freebies he said...

You know me too well bernie And Paul Ricard The Monaco Tunnel and Harbour And lastly Reims

Lego. hhhmmm..... do you think they will ever make carbon fibre bricks

It was a lovely day today so we went for a potter about. Here is where we went.

Only a week late, but here's my son's effort... Just excuse the music, as a 16 year old he has no taste