And the sun did shine again! Quite how we’ll feel when we get the usual Bank Holiday weather is another matter. And we have seven whole days to wait for the next one!
We decided to have a really quiet morning, the cats ran around being happy just having us there I guess. The birds sang in the garden, the sun shone from a clear blue sky. It really was very nice indeed.
In the afternoon we drove into Dover to see Jools’ nephew drive in banger racing. Well, not quite bangers, budget stocks, which allows contact but no dangerous stuff. The track is at the end of a long valley to the north of the town, and the only way there is along a single track road. Of course most should be heading the same direction, but as usual there are one or two who are going the wrong way and cause us trouble in finding a passing place.
It was £18 for us both to get in, which came as a shock, and for that you got a spot in a field to park your car, and the rest is up to you. The track is in a bowl at the bottom of the hill, there is some fairly robust fencing to protect the crowd, some rudimentary toilets and that is about it. Judging by the smell there was somewhere that did chips and the such. Now, one thing to point out is that banger and stock racing seems to attract a certain demographic; certaily having armfulls of tattoos helps you to belnd it, as soes close cropped hair cuts for me and a gaggle of small children for women. Drinking from cans of Fosters or Strongbow will also ensure you look one of the crowd. Some came prepared with picnic hampers, cool bags or even bbqs, all set for a fine afternoon looking at men vs machinery action and lots of crashes.
Still, it is good to get out of our boxes every now and again, isn't it?
After some waiting the racing began, the track kicked up large amounts of dust, but the racing was good. I got some shots from the car, then walked down to the pits to speak with George and Jools’ brother, Mike, before getting a place on a bank looking along the back straight for better shots.
And that was it really, races came and went, stocks tore round fairly damage free, bangers went mental, or rather their drivers did, with cars going both ways around the track as scores were settled for perceived infringements form earlier.
George’s race came round, he was quickly up to second and doing well, but on the third lap, something in the engine let go and he cruised to the centre of the track.
That there were some nine more races planned, and it was so very hot, and quite frankly we were getting a tad bored, we headed home for tea and saffron buns and for me to listen to yet more football on the radio.
Yes, more football. And this time it was just football league, as the season is now reaching it’s climax, and City still in 2nd going into their third from last game. And it was breathless, exciting stuff, as Norwich twice took the lead only for Derby to claw it back. And so it stayed until the 6th minute of injury time as City got yet another late, late goal to take all three points, reclaim 2nd spot and Deny QPR their promotion party, at least for a few days.
In the evening we sat down to watch the new Tron film, as although the original wasn’t exactly Citizen Cane, it wasn’t bad; so this one would be great, right? Er, no. It stank. And stank like last week’s fish guts too. Full of faux Zen-isms, and visuals taking up 99% of the budget and the script written on the back of a fag packet, it was a relief when it finished. Jools and I then spent half an hour discussing the plot holes before sleep took us from this world.
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