The track was super-greasy which was pure comedy in some places (e.g. druids). Had 20 laps or so in the passenger seat with Neil who was making the most of the limited grip and we were grinning from ear to ear for the whole time.
Then came in to discover Nigel Ayres had an electrical gremlin which we spent the next hour or two fixing (lunch was early - 10:45 or something - due to the local hunt? - so only lost about 1 hour on track, no big deal).
In the afternoon I did two long sessions in Neil's car while he tried to get into Simon I's Locost, though I don't think that ever actually happened. I really enjoyed the limited grip and the drying line, especially the fast section from cascades round to the fosters chicane. I never give it the max in druids; driving Neil's car in tricky conditions did nothing to change that, so no full sideways moments for me there, but I was happy to survive each lap unscathed
It was good to catch up with Malcolm and Wheelie, too. We had the usual paddock banter, which is half the reason for going on these trips IMHO.
But, it was all over too soon with the chequered flag coming out just before 4:30. A tricky journey home with lots of fog and the usual shady driving standards saw us back at Neil's for 8:30 (it's lucky that he knows the back roads near his gaff like the back of his hand, because we could see about 3 feet out the front of the car on some sections!). Should have been a doddle getting back to Edinburgh in 20 minutes or so, but my dodgy alternator finally failed on the way home and the battery was already quite flat after prolonged neglect, so by the time I got to Corstorphine it conked out (I was already limping along with just side lights on and ignoring people frantically trying to tell me I had no lights - all the streets are lit, so I'm not sure it much matters).
And then, incredibly, a mysterious man in a Land Rover Discovery pulled up and asked if I would like a tow
Make of that what you will, but it was the highlight of my day.
Robin
