Phillip Island was indeed resplendent as blue skies and light winds welcomed us to the track. No excuse for bad times, both on and off the track. With a field of 116 competitors, all had a good day. Phil Hyder added to the excitement of the day when his engine went ‘pop’ down the main straight and then spectacularly caught on fire. Described by one driver as it is looking “apocalyptic”, most importantly Phil was unhurt however his car was a little worse for wear. We hope that Phil and his car makes it trackside again soon. Almost everyone I spoke to had a terrific day. It was hard not to, given the near perfect conditions. Many were celebrating their own personal wins, like Dan Trembath who achieved a PB which had been 7 years in the making! It was also great to see quite a few Come and Try graduates taking to the track and we welcomed our Corvette friends. A warm shout out to our TSOA racing friends who came along to play and it was good to see a dear old friend John Belfield (AKA “the Oldest Hoon”) in his lovely red Mustang. The GP after-party was well received with about 80 folks staying after our sprint to share a meal and watch the race together.
As for me, I had a pretty average day. After the first round, I was almost 9 seconds off my best time. What?! That’s one long nanna-nap. Disgusted with myself, I managed to get within 2 seconds of my best time. Still not great, but I’ll take it. I knew I was not having a great day when Rod Vogt very politely asked me if there was something wrong with my car. Err, no. Just me. The Husband tried to make me feel better by saying my tyres were crap and that’s why I couldn’t bang out a good time. Hang on a minute, wasn’t he supposed to sort me out some you-beaut tyres like his? I however remain unconvinced. I fear I’m losing the mongrel in me.
Perhaps it’s because the Husband has been decidedly MIA- for two rounds in a row. Rumour has it that I’m missing him on the track. He came up with some lame excuse about travelling for work and not having enough time to prepare his car. Funny that, given the car went missing a few weeks back. “Where’s the Clubman?” I asked him a couple of weeks ago when I spotted it missing from our garage. Cue sideward glances, shuffling feet and mumbling that sounded something like, “it’s at mummy’s”. Pardon? At your mummy’s? “No, it’s at Zagames – Zagames Motorsport”. Before I could ask him what it was doing there, the Husband took off into the garage to tinker with his other race car, the retired Spitfire. Sure enough, the Clubman was last spotted by a few regular sprinters (including me) at Zagames Motorsport, the home of high performance vehicles and Cam McConville’s place of work! Ask yourselves, what was the Clubman doing there? I am yet to get a straight answer from the Husband. All I know is that it came home this week and it was quickly whipped into the garage without another word being uttered about the matter. It’s all a bit suss if you ask me. We’ll soon find out at Sandown.