Sitting here with a cup of hot chocolate I’m reflecting on a busy weekend, which went about as far from plan as it possibly could. Entered for the PBMW meeting at Brands Hatch for qualifying and 2 races, sadly I never got to race. In summary I spun at paddock which is a fast blind right hander down hill, got T-Boned by a driver who could and should have avoided me easily, and even worse with inexplicably no yellow flags for my stationary car. The car is a mess, and I’m still trying to work out if it should be saved or re-shelled. But on to the weekend generally…
Getting to Brands Friday morning to find our paddock, be placed in our own spot and setting up the gazebo, in itself was a bit exciting. Such a small thing, but for my first experience it felt like the climax of 5 years of preparation and a lifelong ambition. This was properly exciting, we were actually going racing. All I had to do was set up the car from my notes, sign on with my license, get the series sponsor stickers applied, get the car scruitineered, and wait for qualifying last thing on Saturday. In scruitineering (took the car up early in case there were any issues), I did say the car had never been through before and afterwards they commended my work - something I’m very proud of! Just a few pointers on yellow tape to identify negative cables (funny I thought they were always black and connected to the chassis?!), some more roll bar padding above my head, and a spare throttle spring, plus some tape for the lights. I had my MSA sticker and for me that’s quite a landmark in itself after building the car for 3 years from a road car.
Finding things for the family to do was one of the priorities for the weekend, I didn’t want her and especially the kids to just sit around being bored. At Brands there’s a brilliant little park at the top which they enjoyed, and we got into a bit of a routine of dong something to tire them out, getting them fed and then napped, and then repeat. After two days flat out on holidays before coming to Brands the kids needed the relative rest. For qualifying my partner wished me luck and set off for their viewing point, at paddock hill bend.
Firstly, getting ready, I had the most abhorrent and inappropriately timed wardrobe malfunction with my race suit, and without going into details I thought I was stuffed. Minutes before being due in the assembly area I had a major race suit issue. The guys parked next to us helped me out (massive thanks to the Graves family!), and I got up there with not long to spare, already pretty stressed. I had to ask a passing gentleman to pass my my gloves from the passenger side as I was buckled in, and in the assembly area a passing lady to switch on my camera. The first few seconds of footage I have are (yet again) slightly amusing.
Leaving the pitlane I wanted to be last to not hold anyone up, but in retrospect should have been much more on it on the out lap. I caught myself feeding the wheel at druids - very pedestrian! As the laps ticked by I was getting more and more used to the car and being more aggressive and it was paying back around 1.5 seconds per lap.
On ultimately my last lap, I got a bit distracted by the black and orange board with the number 20 something and remember thinking "shit, that's me! Oh no wait I'm 29... but somehow it must still mean me? My car is probably falling apart...”. I braked harder and later at paddock hill bend also aiming to take more speed into the corner, but my brain just wouldn't let me turn in as I didn't have faith it would stick - I'm sure I should have really. I was on the brakes too much trying to scrub off speed and turning tighter and as the track fell away so did I. It’s another bit of experience to take away that the best thing I should have done was try the car on a fast dry circuit to dial my brain in to the "new normal” of cornering speeds.
I nearly caught the tank slapper twice, but in the end sound and came to a stop stalled in the middle of the corner. I was mortified… (though the amount of people that spin there makes me feel a bit better!), even though it’s one of the trickiest corners in motorsport. I tried the starter button but she would’t fire, I think I just needed to give it more time as it was so hot. I wondered what do do next with all the cars flying passed me, and tried to start again. Out the corner of my eye I saw a car coming towards my passenger side and I remember thinking “well this one is definitely not going to miss me”. The smash was pretty hard and spun me 90 degrees as his car carried on down the hill. Instantly when it stopped, I felt fine and oddly didn’t think it felt too bad. I sorted out my belts and helmet before getting out the car, as marshals had red flagged the session and were coming towards us. Unfortunately, this all happened right in front of my partner and the kids!
The other guy was already out and apologised straightaway, indicating he had nowhere to go. the cars were loaded onto flatbeds and back to the paddock I went. I just remember being quite calm and thinking it could have been worse. I’d been hit badly but by motorsport standards accidents can be much worse. The side head restraints on the Cobra seat (mandatory in PBMW) had done their job, as had the roll cage. I did have a bit of paint on my helmet from the roll cage above - see the scruitineers comments earlier!
Getting back to the paddock I reassured her I was okay, and the kids. Saying that, the eldest boy was more excited he’d seen me get on a lorry, and when I’d been hit he repeatedly told mum “Dada crash!” very excitedly. I think mentally he was pretty fine, I’m just glad it wash’t a year later so he'd have actually understood what just occured… What happened next was a superb reflection of club motorsport generally, especially in a close club like PBMW run by Project 8. All sorts of competitors and family came to see if I was okay, if we needed anything, if we were okay getting back… some of the Greaves family next to us with 3 cars were laughing and joking with my partner which helped bring her back to normality. One guy offered me a beer, which was gratefully received, and more had a healthy respect for the roll cage which had barely moved. The cage had ripped the floor where it had been hit rather than folding. Great work from the Rollcentre in St Ives! So already I was looking at the positives.
We arranged for the car to be trailered home, but not before I took it up to the scruitineers - it still drove fine, just the wing rubbed on the tyre where it had been dragged down. The conversation went something like - “Could you look at my car I’ve had a decent smash and would like to know what you guys think regarding getting it certified again if possible”. “Ah yes, no problem, you’re the chap who came to us yesterday with a freshly built car for your first weekend…?” - with a sympathetic smile. The guidance given was to replace the two roll cage bars that took the impact, check the floor for cracks (and replace the torn section), and they’d be happy. More good news!
We watched a bit of racing Sunday, and met up with a couple who were friends from university - they’d come to see me race amongst other things but were happy with their complimentary guest passes. As part of the Lotus Festival some old F1 cars were on display including one of my favourites, the Arrows that Hill drove in ’97. Afterwards we went back to the hotel to give the kids a break. I’d spotted Mark (they guy who sealed my sunroof) had reported some damage from the first race on Facebook. I told him to use anything from my car he needed, and after following the race live on tsl-timing.com he sent me a picture of my front grille, which finished on his car 18th! (More damage was to come for the other PBMW cars including a 6 car accident on the first lap at clear ways bringing out the red flag..)
Currently, the car is awaiting a trip to the workshop for measurement of the 4 corners and the floor damage. One of my mechanic contacts not far from me is an E30 specialist (happy to give out his details) and has a fair bit of experience mending rally cars. Having had a very good look it looks positive so far, and if it’s given the green light the plan is to rebuild the floor from part of another E30 shell, and replace the pieces of stressed roll cage. It’s another positive if I don’t have to kill the car, and would be immensely satisfying to get it back on track and racing.
So that’s the next step, a winter rebuild and maybe some more tuning and fettling. When all is done I’m going to ensure I get some decent testing time in the dry at a circuit like Coombe with fast corners.