Grats to the podium finishers in both races, I had suspected that Geoffers would be the class of the field and so it proved.
My comments and questions, pre race helped my problems with the chicane section, but did not entirely solve my issues in that area. I think that maybe that I got that sequence szomewhere near right for about 25% of all laps
I have to confess that the two races in the KAD Mini were approaching, but not quite, enjoyment. For some reason my brain and muscle memory simply does not gel with these front wheel drive boxes and as a result each race is extremely hard work. I can never get the handling quite as I would like it, so I am fighting the car for the whole race, especially trying to hit the correct lines which tends to be a little random and inaccurate.
I think Geoffers had an up close and personal view of my erratic progress in race 2 when he was trying to stay ahead of him.
I honestly was not trying to block your progress Geoff, I was simply at ( and often beyond ) my ability, which was why my yellow peril was all over the track at times ( other
reasons excuses are explained below
). The slightly unpredicatble handling and steering caused a couple of spectacular rolls when I got too close to kerbs and flipped the car. The incident at the start of the final lap in race 2 was particularly annoying as I might have made the podium
I'm glad that someone else noticed my acrobatic finishes in both races..... ( currently under review by the stewards
)
Early enquiries appear to show that Mable and Arnold may have had some input.
Without asking for my opinion, Mabel had suggested that we have our own champagne celebration regardless of finishing position and Arnold took it one step further by engineering an automatic uncorker for two Jereboams that he secretly mounted in the boot.
That extra weight is quite obviously the reason why my car handled so badly and I failed to win either race. What the stupid pair failed to appreciate
( twice!!!) was that two Jereboams of bubbly mounted in the boot of a Mini for 18 laps, riding over kerbs ( rolling over ) and multiple bumps and lumps on the road does nothing for the stability of the contents.
When Arnolds ingenious uncorker, which utilised elastic and metal clips from one Mabel's old bras, removed the corks as I crossed the S/F line the thrust generated from the pair of bottles could have produced one of two possible results. Either, my yellow Mini would have accelerated to a rocket powered Mach 2 and soared over Stonehenge (just a mile or two away) like a UFO, or as did happen at the end of both races, the downward thrust sent the car into a series of flips and twists more akin to a gymnastic floor exercise.
My head is still spinning from the experience and until I feel better further enquiries are on hold. But fear not, someone will pay for this!!!.... and that wasted champagne!!