The statutory wheelie pic…
It’s easy to get the finer details if you’ve not raced a track in four years, so who can blame me for hurtling off the back straight, pinned in fourth? Boothy was right behind me at the time, in our first Pirelli Super Series outing, but I swear my brown- pant moment was not an intended distraction technique. Man, I was lucky to get that one under control, and felt pretty relieved to recover to twelfth come the chequered flag. From that point on, things only got better. We bagged a third in the Endurance and after a good few beers celebrating round Boothy’s that night, like him, the rest of the grid must have been too battered to race the next day, because I bagged a couple of eighths in my next two outings. Considering the crash fest that was going on in just about every class going, I was pretty chuffed to wobble home unhurt after that meeting. Hats off to all the marshals, medics and the No Limits Racing team for keeping the gig going – they really had their work cut out. I’d also like to wish those that got injured a speedy and full recovery. Oulton’s next. Let’s see how creative I can get with my excuses? I say it every month, but my god, endurance racing is a laugh, especially when you get to head home with some silverware. I’m pretty lucky in the fact that the nobs I work with (both Boothy and Bruce) are both pretty damn quick, which means when it comes to the racing, it’s all fairly even.
The weeds weren’t there when Bruce entered the corner.