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Kurburgring

Just after lunch today, Dad, my brother and I went to the Kurburgring in Sutton-in-Ashfield. Never mind the punny title - it was the first time I'd karted in a while and as a bonus I would get to compete against my brother! He has had some road car driving experience but between the sessions I've done at Elk Karting and the one at Amen Corner, I've got slightly more experience of karts.

 

The reception was nice, with race-themed chairs and friendly staff. Our luck was in because it turned out that Thursday afternoon is "happy hour", so there was a discount on the karting. One downside became apparent immediately; it was noisy, largely because there were petrol karts on an indoor track. This was an issue for me as I have sensitive hearing. I'd brought earplugs but the staff provided some as well.  The other issue with using petrol karts indoors is ventilation, though the place didn't have much in the way of fumes in the air.

 

The briefing was not the usual set-up of someone standing at the front of the classroom going through the rules. It started that way, with a staff member pointing out the basics as well as briefly explaining circuit-specific things like where different rooms were and the evacuation procedure, but then we were left watching a video with the rules on there. If I'd been a first-timer, I do wonder what would have happened if I hadn't understood the video properly, but fortunately I've karted before and the rules were only slightly different for the Kurburgring. The big circuit-specific rule was that the banked Karusell Corner/Turn 2 was a half-speed corner with no overtaking permitted.

 

This banked corner was the big "selling point" of the Kurburgring; a square hairpin with a very uneven surface unlike the rest of the track surface. The bank was steep enough that it was impossible to see what was on it from the spectator area, but there was a marshal position inside the corner in the (likely) case of someone getting it wrong.

 

The corner was important but it wasn't the most important one on the circuit. That was the double-apex Turn 6, which had a deceptive amount of run-off and invites two major faults - excessively early turn-in and excessive entry speed. I found the early turn-in issue to be quite a fault in my driving during the early stages, resulting in two small crashes. Once I got myself out but the other time I had to wave a marshall over to help me.

 

The excessive entry speed problem was more noticeable in the group that raced before my family descended upon the track. Two karters in particular had a tendency to try going full-pelt through the first apex, slam on the brakes, skid, barely make it through the second apex... ...and get passed by the karter who'd gone wide and let them make their mistake. Apart from the times the karter who'd gone in too fast simply found the barriers and had to get help.

 

The karts in question have 270 cc, which is as much as a single-engine arrive-and-drive kart can be expected to do. The circuit is also fairly new, so we're talking about karts in a reasonable state. For the first five laps, I also missed the barriers. With that in mind, note this:

 

  • The Kurburgring is 450 metres.
  • My first lap was 62.343 seconds.  
  • This is a rather stately 16.147 mph. 

 

  My first lap round the track may be the slowest one of the day (and certainly was as of the time I left the track).  My next three laps were nothing special either because I was still learning the track. This involved nearly stopping the kart at each corner because I was figuring out apexes and braking points. I even had to apply the brakes a little on the flat-out Devil's Elbow/Turn 1. My brother was long gone, having passed me halfway round the first lap.

 

Apparently Dad, on the sidelines, was getting worried that I might not be enjoying myself. Admittedly, the point in the opening lap where I got cramp in my right foot was no fun at all, but it wore off (the cramp not the foot) and fun started to creep in. Then I suddenly went 4 seconds faster than my previous lap - and 27 seconds faster than my first one - to put in a respectable 35.932 second lap. That was more like it :) This gave me more confidence - perhaps more than was warranted. Next lap, I spun at the second of three hairpin corners called "Mirabeau" (or Turn 8). There was no Monaco-esque crane, only the need to wave over an ever-willing marshal. My brother crashed at the same corner later in the lap, which made me feel better and got me within half a lap of him.

 

I'd almost caught my brother again when I had the first of my crashes at Turn 6, followed by another crash in the second Mirabeau hairpin two laps later. So much for getting a rhythm and now my brother was threatening to pass me again.

 

Fortunately, something had clicked in my head. I pulled out a string of laps in the high-35 to low-37 second range, gradually getting better until lap 23. Then I had another breakthrough and did 7 of the next 8 laps within a second of one another, the fastest at 34.008. The one lap that wasn't was the lap I caught my brother. He was beginning to get tired and make mistakes. I spent much of one lap following him (his basic technique was good) but when he made an error of concentration at Turn 3 of the following lap, I cut to the inside and overtook him. He retired 3 laps later due to tiredness and spent the rest of the session with Dad, watching me.

 

I was worried for a time that I'd missed the chequered flag signal because I didn't see any indicator that proved I should be the only kart on track. It was only when I saw Dad and my brother not waving their arms round trying to get me to notice them that I worked out everything was OK. Whereupon I crashed at the double-apexed Turn 6. Oops.

 

That was my last major error of the session. I turned in a series of reasonably consistent laps. There was a lap in the high-35 seconds, two in the low-36 seconds and then 8 of the last 9 laps were within half-a-second of one another, in the high-34 seconds and very-low-35 seconds. 

 

There was something a little bit different about the other lap, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. I was still very happy as the chequered flag was waved, though - I can't see times from the kart but I could feel a pattern beginning to settle into my muscles. I cruised round one last time, parked the kart and scrambled over the barrier separating kart from staff. The staff member who met me (who'd also initiated my safety briefing) told me I'd done very well. I assumed she meant I'd behaved well and not been a complete embarrassment to anyone, so I said "thank you" and went to Dad and my brother.

 

Who then pointed me to the timing screen. It's a good system that clearly indicates best times, recent times by everyone on track and a leaderboard of times for the day. I'd beaten my brother (whose time of 34.408 seconds was itself very respectable), which was hardly a surprise given I'd had the unfair advantage of 16 more laps. The odd thing was that I had the fastest time of anyone who'd come to the track today. Especially odd when the staff member who'd said I'd done well observed that a lot of the others had previously visited.

 

That lap which felt a little bit different? It was 33.755 seconds, beating the next-fastest time by 0.289 seconds. Turned out that it was fast enough to get onto one of the leaderboards. I am officially the 15th-fastest woman at the Kurburgring in terms of fastest laps - all of those with better times having set them on second or subsequent visits. Yippee!

 

On discovering this, we collected our timesheets, returned the borrowed kit and left to tell Grandma what had happened. She said she never wanted to be my passenger in a road car. That's fine by me as it is unlikely I will even have a road licence any time soon ;)

 

I very much want to go again - and hopefully this time warm up a little quicker! Until then, my brother has the consolation of having a faster average time than me... 

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Of Speech and Character

This blog entry was prompted by the Formula 1 Blog entry "Vox Certatus: Playing Favourites", which was about favourite teams and drivers and why we thought them so. Initially I took the question at face value, providing a somewhat lengthy response covering Force India, Hill, Fisichella and... ...Montoya. With stating why I disliked the latter, I inadvertantly kicked over a hornet's nest.

 

When next I visited, I cleared up a small misunderstanding concerning how I'd worded one particular phrase (or so I thought), but then the discussion drifted in a way I hadn't expected. F1 Kitteh asked me:

 

So you would rather have ‘scripted **’ than ‘verbal abrasiveness’? 

 

This is the question which I intend to answer here, since the "essay" proved too long for the comments section of Formula 1 Blog.

 

In my opinion, there are three kinds of verbal abrasiveness. One of them can be a good thing. Another is generally a somewhat bad thing, but can be very bad depending on the particular circumstances. The third one is always very harmful, and unlike the second one it harms everyone, not just the speaker.

 

To indicate these, here is my personal sliding scale of verbal abrasiveness and scripting, from best to worst:


Situational, justified verbal abrasiveness <- scripting/situational unjustified verbal abrasiveness <- persistent verbal abrasiveness

 
If someone is liable to be sharp-tongued only in specific situations and there appears to be good reason (e.g. they've just had a really stupid steward's decision against them), that would be better than any form of scripting.

An unjustified sharp-tongued incident tends to lead to biologically scripted behaviour, which is about as accurate as behaviour scripted by the powers-that-be (i.e. not very). This is why I rate behavioural and psuedopolitical scripting on the same level. I don't expect those involved to give the explanation for their behaviour as it is frequently obvious in context, but without some reason for being abrasive, one often finds that common sense and logic go out of the window alongside the politeness. I would consider Scott Speed as an example of someone who washed out of F1 partially because there was confusion over whether his situational abrasiveness was justified or not. I thought it was (from what I heard of it) but Franz Tost differed in opinion.

It's the people who are always abrasive, who cannot seem to go five minutes without denigrating someone or pointlessly attacking some slight, who are the least accurate and the most likely to drive me up the wall even reading their words. Most people like that end up putting off their sponsors and mechanics early in the junior formulae and therefore never get seen by the talent scouts, let alone anyone in F1.

 

Nonetheless, a few do drift into F1. Some people really like such people, possibly because they are so different to those around them or because they can identify better with them. Personally I cannot identify with them at all because I am accustomed to people who have a reasonable (though frequently imperfect) concept of keeping a civil tongue in their heads. People who don't get mad or dismissive at absolutely everything. And it's this which made me dislike Juan Pablo Montoya and Eddie Irvine. However good they may have been as drivers, as people they disappointed me and their ways of talking about others was the primary clue for me to come to this opinion.

 

(Incidentally, I prefer truthfulness - whether that's Mark Webber's brand of bold statements or Kamui Kobayashi's calmer candour - over any of the above).  

 

Ultimately, the limitations of particular drivers' attitudes, personalities and methods of thinking have a large influence on their enduring support base. Performance comes and goes but character tends to stay stable - most of the time. Different people tend to resonate with different drivers according to those characters, unless they are the sort of people who support based on performance (be that success or underdog status) or who support more abstract entities such as teams. Even then, teams have group cultures which invoke the general principles discussed here.

 

Speech is one of several doorways to the revelation of character. It's one of the more accessible ones to the general spectator, especially when spoken in places where journalists have taken the trouble to record the results. Look closely enough and the clues are all there.

 

Which drivers really think a given way v. those who are claiming it due to conditioning. 

 

Which drivers really respect - or even like - another v. those who pretend to respect another v. those who have dropped the pretence.

 

What each driver is hoping for in F1.

 

Which ones are likely to be around in a strong enough position to achieve those hopes.

 

Some signals in speech are more obvious indicators of character than others. A habit of persistently abrasive speech is pretty obvious. I just didn't realise it would be so controversial.

 

Script Frenzy Update:  20 pages of prose, which should become 40 pages of script when formatted. I feel confident about this challenge.

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Disputes and Disreputability by Maverick

This weekend, Viva F1 has organised the third Blogger's Swap Shop. It is a fantastic idea where 15 motorsports bloggers write for each other's blogs. An entry from me will appear at The Formula 1 & Motorsports Archive today. La Canta Magnifico Blog is honoured to host a guest entry by Maverick of Viva F1 (please ignore the entry by-line as I haven't figured out how to get it to change yet).

 

Formula One has more than its fair share of rules. There's not even a single rule book - please refer to the International Sporting code, F1 Sporting Regulations and F1 Technical Regulations as well as all the attached appendices while not forgetting the Rules of the FIA International Court of Appeal [and the Concorde Agreement - ed]. Undoubtedly the vaguest of all the rules, and quite deliberately so, is Article 151c which concerns "any fraudulent conduct or any act prejudicial to the interests of any competition or to the interests of motor sport generally." In other words, ‘bringing the sport into disrepute’.

 

The ‘disrepute clause’ gives rise to concerns not only about its ill-defined and wide-reaching nature but also about its potential for abuse. So vague is the clause, who is to define what is and what isn't against the interests of the sport? Furthermore, having lost the case, while there is scope to challenge the decision in the Court of Appeal how can you possibly argue that it didn't bring the sport into disrepute? It's an immeasurable concept. Taking a case even further, with notable exceptions, the courts are generally reluctant to intervene in the internal disputes of voluntary associations and not inclined to review the decisions of tribunals.

 

Last month, the FIA scrapped the team orders rule but with the caveat that "any actions liable to bring the sport into disrepute are dealt with under Article 151c of the International Sporting Code and any other relevant provisions". So are team orders banned? Ferrari's decision to manipulate Michael Schumacher past Rubens Barrichello on the last lap of the 2002 Austrian Grand Prix induced boos from the watching spectators and widespread condemnation from the media. It ultimately led to the banning of team orders, but how would it be dealt with today? It clearly sounds like a case of bringing the 'sport into into disrepute' but at the time, the WMSC "recognised the long-standing and traditional right of a team to decree the finishing order of its drivers in what it believes to be the best interest of its attempt to win both world championships" and hence took no action. Does tradition trump public opinion?

 

Moving onto 2010 and Hockenheim and this time it was Felipe Massa who was giving way for Fernando Alonso. The stewards acted by issuing the maximum fine allowed to them but the WMSC chose to not extend the penalty, instead going as far as recommending that the ban on team orders be abolished, which it subsequently was. However, what about bringing the sport into disrepute? There was uproar amongst groups of fans and the media, so was there a case for turning to Article 151c? The trouble is that while large parts of the media were unhappy (the Brazilian castigation of Massa being particularly venomous) it certainly wasn't the case everywhere. The Italian media sided with Ferrari, the Spanish media sided with Alonso and the German media, seemingly conditioned by the Schumacher-years, coolly seemed to think that it was business as usual - which in reality it probably was.

 

Another example from 2010, which might have resulted in Article 151c being brandished in anger, was Ferrari's and Alonso's claims that the European Grand Prix was fixed. If this was football there would have been repercussions - earlier this week, Liverpool's Ryan Babel picked up a £10,000 fine for retweeting a link to a mocked-up picture of referee Howard Webb in a Manchester United shirt after Liverpool lost 1-0 to their rivals. The stewards may have done a poor job that weekend but for drivers and teams at the centre of it all to suggest bias at the FIA could easily be seen as damaging to Formula One.

 

On the other hand, others may suggest that it was the actual stewarding that was damaging - which begs the question of whether the FIA themselves should be able to be found guilty of ‘bringing the sport into disrepute’? While many fans have been suggesting that for years, the nearest anyone on the inside has come to suggesting such a thing in recent years is in 2008, when Mark Webber accused Max Mosley of damaging the sport following allegations about his private life.

 

In the end, the Hockenheim result is forgotten largely thanks to a combination of a close-fought Championship and the fact that Alonso didn't take the title thanks to those points gained in Germany. How might the issue have rumbled on down the years if 'Alonso's title' had been questioned by some? Of course, one whole problem with the question of ‘bringing the sport into disrepute’ is that public exposure is central to the accusation and yet, by simply pursuing an issue, the FIA can generate even more publicity for a case, causing further damage. Yet, does it all really matter?

 

Formula One thrives on controversy, the politics is as much a part of the drama as the racing - an ongoing soap opera. Admittedly, the politics occasionally takes too much precedence over what is happening on the track (Max Mosley and FOTA's wranglings at the end of his reign being a prime example). Yet has any of it really damaged F1's reputation? Renault were found guilty of manipulating a race but fans never stayed away from the subsequent Singapore Grand Prix. McLaren were found guilty of stealing Ferrari information but Formula One is still seen as a glamorous sport. In short, the concept of the ‘disrepute clause’ seems like a misnomer as far as Formula One is concerned. Perhaps it comes down to that image of glamour - a bit of palace intrigue is expected to be part and parcel of the show?

 

But then maybe Bernie Ecclestone already knows that - a man who could probably earn himself three or four disrepute charges a year.

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My Silverstone Trip (Saturday)

Warning! Long entry alert!

Saturday morning dawned cool and cloudy, with a hint of rain in the air. In fact, it had rained for ten minutes at 5am. I went to the shower block for the second time in the weekend (having had a shower on Thursday evening), but decided against it when the queue appeared to be 40 minutes long. I suppose when a campsite has eight shower cubicles to go between 350 or so pitches (and an estimated 700-800 people), this was bound to happen.

Dad decided that his fisherman's stool was unbearable to sit on, so he took a camping chair with him to the track. After all, there would be much more sitting down on Saturday than Friday. I was still OK with my seating arrangements, so my circuit bag was the same as the previous day.

Today, we were allowed to use the Copse gate. On the way, we saw compressed-air-powered klaxons on sale for £5. While some people had brought one from home, I did notice a fair few additional honks cutting through the cheers and applause after seeing the klaxon-seller.

In view of this, large black bucket of earplugs behind Copse's ticket inspection area was a particularly welcome sight. You had to be on the look out for it, but Dad and I got four earplugs (to add to the six we got when reporting my purse to the circuit police the previous day - the main entrance nearby also had an earplug bucket).

While I didn't use the earplugs until yesterday* because of the ear defender/earphone combination, Dad was pleased to have his earplug supply augmented by the bright green bits of foam. Unfortunately there were holes in the earplugs because they'd been designed to have a cable connecting them, so they could have been more effective. Still, it was better than nothing - and it was surprising how many spectators thought "nothing" was a good idea in the terrace.

I reckon about 20% of the terrace had ear defenders (including everyone with a klaxon - how else could they bear being near those things?). Perhaps another 35% had ear plugs, and it's possible that some of the 20% with just earphones had some sort of noise-cancelling technology in them. That still left 25% of the terrace with naked eardrums exposed to the racket generated by 20 F1 cars, 26 GP2 cars, 30 FBMW cars and who knows how many Porsches and historic cars?

However, this is jumping ahead of the story a little. Before Dad and I reached the terrace, we saw what appeared to be an informal marshal's meeting at the café by the paddock bridge. Dad got a coffee in the F1 Village and I had a hot chocolate. The coffee was £1.60 and quite good, apparently. My drink was £2 and was pretty average (blame the University of Sheffield's Interval bar for giving me high standards...)

By 8:15am, we were in the terrace. Little happened until we saw what appeared to be a lost bus. Stagecoach appeared to have the on-track transportation contract, as demonstrated when it later took the marshalls round on a tour, dropping them off at their posts en route. What didn't make sense was why it went round empty at 8:50am.

Watching the marshals was interesting. There were six of them at the position by my terrace, plus a doctor who seemed to spend most of the time bouncing around the place. He may well have had more energy than some of the marshals!

I had the chance to talk to some of my fellow spectators. Apart from people sympathising with me for the Force India intra-team collision yesterday (Sutil's 3rd was quickly forgotten), the main topics of conversation were the FIA statement of the previous night (the comments can be summarised by the words "silly Max") and betting. Apparently Jenson Button had odds of 5/6 on, hence why some people were betting on Vettel and Hamilton on "either-way" bets instead.

Webber's fuel pump problem, which stopped him in second practise, wasn't really discussed. Presumably people take Webber being unlucky as much for granted as Button winning or Piquet Jr. spinning.

The wind was gusting along the straight towards Becketts as Timo Glock opened practise proceedings. As this was the final session before qualifying, a very serious tone fell upon the session. Apart from Glock and Hamilton doing some minor exploration of run-off, nobody strayed from the track. Williams looked very strong, but Trulli, Vettel and Massa were never far away, so they could hardly be dismissed. This was even more true given Williams' record of doing worse in qualifying and the race than in practise.

The Force Indias were 15th and 16th, with Sutil the right side of the qualifying cut-off. It was looking good for one FIF1 to make it into Q2, but during practise, an interesting revelation was made. The reason for the massive gap between Adrian and Giancarlo in second Friday practise was because Adrian had received some upgrades halfway through Friday morning. Giancarlo only got the upgrades on Saturday morning. Perhaps this was just as well given that the upgrades included new front wings and both drivers lost their front wings at the end of Friday...

As the V8s faded, the TV announced that Bernie was trying to get a deal between Donington and Silverstone that guaranteed the latter would have the race if the former was unable to fulfil its obligations. I took it with a pinch of salt, which made the ensuing "Aren't we great? Bernie wants us back" talk a bit frustrating. I took the opportunity to look around me at the banners. There were lots of Brawn ones, along with one for Robert Kubica, a huge one for Ferrari... ...and one for Nottingham Forest. No, they haven't decided to put a team in Superleague Formula; someone simply decided that the recently-relegated football team needed a presence at Silverstone. Dad noticed at the end of the weekend that the banner was simply left where it had been hung, so I guess whoever had it was an embarrassed Nottingham FC fan.

The Porsche race ended such talk, at least temporarily. The fastest driver seemed to be a Dutch man with a helmet vaguely resembling Rubens Barrichello's usual helmet with a name I couldn't spell (I ended up noting him down as B'garter, but he's really called Jeroen Bleekemolen). He was leading for most of the race, but then Rast overtook him two laps from the end. A couple of cars went off the road, but it wasn't the thrills-and-spills series I'd remembered from my last visit to Silverstone in 2002.

I'd just finished munching on sandwiches and a yoghurt when the five-minute call came for qualifying. Q1 was a session of emotions going all over the place.

The delight at seeing Fisi come out of the pits first. It shouldn't have meant anything what point he came out of the pits, but feeling the positive energy of a crowd greet the first car out of the pits made me feel really happy Captain Big Smiley

The worry at seeing Fisi finish his first run in 19th, deep into the drop-out zone.

The pleasure of seeing his team-mate, Sutil, in 10th (note I support Force India first and foremost, it just happens I support Fisichella independently of that team support as well).

Feeling my eyes raise when Hamilton wobbled half-way into the session. He didn't come off the track, but it felt like a near thing.

The little grin I afforded myself when the Force Indias began their final run in the top 15.

The rising intensity of the crowd as Q1 inched towards the climax point where the counter hit zero and the red lights came on, stopping all new attempts to escape the dreaded drop-out zone. Cheers increased in volume, klaxons honked at more frequent intervals and I whispered under my breath:

"Forza Fisico, Forza Force India, Come on Jenson and Lewis, Forza Fisico, Forza Force India... ...and it'll need it if Adrian keeps hitting traffic... ...Come on Jenson and... ...No, Lewis, you can do better than that... ...Forza Fisico, Forza Force India... ...yellow thing, get out of Fisi's way..., Come on Jenson and Lewis, Forza OOF!"

The "OOF" reverberated around the terrace, the grandstands and the whole circuit as Adrian's car, minus the rear wing and seemingly half the back end, appeared on the giant TV screens. Adrian was clearly struggling to catch his breath - it had been a big impact. Yellow flags soon turned to red.

After about 20 seconds that felt like that many minutes, Adrian got out of the car and went back to the pits via the medical centre. A replay was not reassuring - apparent total brake failure preceded a half-spin in the gravel and a side/rear impact so bad that the rear wing deposited itself into the prohibited zone separating track from spectator. Yes, we all went to Silverstone to get close to the action, but that was perhaps a little closer than anyone intended...

It was at this point that I looked to the left of the screen. The news was bad. Adrian obviously couldn't do any more qualifying anyway, but he was only 18th. Worse still, Giancarlo, who'd been on a better lap prior to the red flag, was stuck in 16th. The 24 remaining seconds were barely enough to do an out-sector, never mind an out-lap. He took the news calmly enough by the look of the camera, but the look on his face when a post-qualifying interviewer told him that his team-mate had caused the red flag was priceless.

The one good thing for Force India was that they did out-qualify two cars on merit. Unfortuantely for me and the rest of the crowd, one of them was Hamilton. Of all the races his girlfriend Nicole Scherzinger could have chosen to watch Lewis race, this was not the best one!

Sebastien Buemi surprised everyone by bothering to go out in the 24 seconds remaining. Either he was milking the crowd (in which case it worked) or he wanted a tiny bit more data (success in that case being harder to determine).

Q2 was fairly uneventful, though Nakajima was kept off the top slot (which he'd held in Q1) due to a dominating display from the Red Bulls, along with good runs from Trulli, Barrichello and Raikkonen. Kimi's team-mate Massa got knocked out of Q2 and it seemed particularly baffling. He was joined by the BMWs, Piquet Jr. and Kovalainen, all of whom had inferior machinery to that required to be in Q3 (OK, Piquet Jr's team-mate Fernando got into Q3, but only by the skin of his teeth).

Q3 quietly established that the Red Bulls were still powerful, but Barrichello placed himself between Vettel and Webber. Button was 6th, 0.78 seconds behind the pole-sitter, which muted the crowd a little, but Vettel got justified applause for his success.

There were a few spots of rain at the start of the GP2 feature race, but they cleared away without the drivers needing to remove their slick tyres. That said, my support of the FMSI team did not go particularly well at the beginning - one of their drivers, Razia, spun in the pitlane exit while attempting to reach the grid! He started from the pit lane.

There was a crash on the first lap as one of the "Russia"-branded cars went off, colliding into Petrov (Valerio's team-mate) in the process. There were a couple of other crashes as drivers struggled a bit with the damp conditions. However, Valerio kept everything pointing the right way to win for Nelson Piquet Jr.'s team. I was pleased to see that FMSI's race had gone better than the pre-race omens indicated. Razia had gone from the pit lane to 10th while his team-mate, Andreas Zuber, went from 16th to 8th. This was important because it gave him pole for the sprint.

In Formula BMW, it was a tense battle between Dutchman Frijes and Malaysian-sounding but British-passport-holding Mansoor. The latter led for most of the race but was passed on the last lap, much to the crowd's disappointment. FMSI had a middling race, with Piñero starting and finishing 11th and his team-mate going from 24th to 17th. Oh well, there was always tomorrow...

The historics race was difficult to keep track of. A Lister E-type won the race, but most of what I saw was various cars heading out of the pits for repairs and the occasional crasher (a Lola T79 being the best crash, if such a moniker can be given to crashes that are likely to cost private collectors a lot of money).

With the day's racing over, we made our way back to the campsite. There was a hog roast, which interested us until we noticed they were charging £5 for a bit of pig in a cob. So instead Dad and I joined the 45-minute queue for the showers and I talked to a fellow camper about hire cars, Stonehenge and the wisdom (or lack of same) of following herds.

Later that night, I tried to sleep to a backdrop of "Wonderwall" being sung in about sixty different keys. The alarm was set for 5:30am, ready for what promised to be a magical day...

* - I had to block out my parents chopping wood outside and the ear defenders seemed overkill for the job.
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