Practice
Scrutineering
at 7.00 in the morning, practice from 9 and the race from 11 to 5. Quite
a day. The handicaps and grid positions had been established in advance
from the best times of each driver on the circuit, so practice was just
that. No heroics, no qualification times to set. The track was wet and
very slippery. I was last out, and completed my minimum three laps and
came in to the pits. Everyone else had finished too so I was sent out for
a bit more practice. Tippy-toeing round Luffield a Lotus 11 spun gracefully
in front of me, cutting off my escape route round the outside. By the time
I had braked to a standstill my nose was against his flank, mercifully
with no damage. Reverse gear. Start off again. 3 laps behind the safety
car. Pratice is was.
Race
I
was sixth to go in my team of six, with each car/driver doing about 20
minutes at a time. So I had an hour and half before having to get into
the car; time to photograph lost of other cars in action. And action it
was. The overtaking manoeuvres were hair-raising, especially when two cars
were contrarily matched... one fast in the straights, like the Caterhams,
and one fast round the corners, like our Mallocks. There must be all of
an inch between Peter Burnham (No.39A for the Rovers Return team) and the
BMW in the photo here. Peter had braked a split second later and is just
beginning the turn in to Copse at about 125 mph. Hairy stuff.
The track
had pretty well dried when I got out, but the amount of traffic made it
very difficult to get into a rythm. With lap times varying between 1'09
and 1'12 dependiong on traffic, I sought vainly a gap in the traffic. Every
single corner I came to there was a slower car on the racing line. It was
like being on the dodgems at the fair because even when my own car was
vaguely in control, I knew that contact with one of the others was not
in my control. Worst of all, some of the bigger cars and saloons can hardly
see us low slung cowboys in their mirrors, so we have to find a line which
keeps off the line we think they are going to take. I got one clear lap
at the end of the stint and recorded 1'08.71, against my best 1'07.661
best in the March K Sports 1600 championship race.
In
my second of two sessions (I was the slowest in the team and the faster
guys got to go three times) I had two frightening moments. Firstly, Ian
was exhorting me to greater speed from the pit wall, and at the next corner,
Copse, blind, I came across two cars, sort of Caterhams, that had connected,
one of them almost stationary on the racing line. I was forced to brake,
in mid-corner, and spun in a cloud of tyre smoke, missing the two cars
by inches. Two further cars, Caterham like, careened round the same corner
towards me at top speed (yellow flags? Nah, don't bother mate) and missed
me by inches as they spun off. Secondly, that great big Jaguar XJ12 eventually
committed the inevitable cardinal sin. He did not see me alongside him
at Luffield, the long slow 180° bend before the pits, and he gently
pushed me off the track! Excuse... me...!
My
times in the second session got a bit better. I was under 1'09 three times,
towards the end, with a best of 1'08.74 on my onboard lap timer. But I
lost the team 40 seconds with the two spins (laps of 1'36 and 1'21 for
those two incidents). John Kelly went off at Copse with Pete Richings (see
photo). There were another two or three smashes, accompanied by Safety
Car procedures which cooled everyone off from time to time. Then in the
last half hour the Morgans and the Caterhams, battling for 2nd place scratch
and a possible win of the handicap race, unleashed a frenzy of wheel to
wheel racing. From my position at the end of the pit wall as they turn
into Copse it was a fantastic spectacle. The photos hardly do them justice!
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Paddock chat
Tons of
chat, but the picture says it all. This is the Hart Attacks fan club saluting
Howard Payne as he comes into the pits after taking the chequered flag.
Scratch champions, fastest team in the race!