You must have taken that shot of me just before I started screaming - stone me vicar, but that runway was wet and when I say those dry weather race tyres were a tad wayward at warp speed.....grip - what grip?? I think my first run was more of a slalom than a straight blat. But we Brits are made of stern stuff and everyone kept it pointing in the right direction (how, I have no idea). Respect to all.
A worrying misfire made me decide to return to the paddock rather than risk a final run in the afternoon, just in case I left a load of internal engine components the whole length of Dunsfold (it did sound rough, but just a flooding Weber) It was then pointed out that the n/s front tyre was about 50% deflated! My lucky day I guess. Hate to consider the consequences of a blow-out somewhere north of 100mph. I think the expression is: Wizard Prang. Anyhoo, MANY thanks once more to Steve et al for a somewhat unforgettable day out (!) and for foolishly entrusting his valuable - and highly desirable - toy to me once more. Cheers Steve - you make 'em and I'll break 'em.
