The events leading to this point were put in train by a high speed tumble from a motorcycle some years ago. The fall signalled the end of my affair with ‘bikes and after a period of recovery I returned to the track late in 2003, this time on four wheels. The rapid growth of track-day culture in the
Over the next five years, circuits, track miles and visits to various gravel traps were accumulated; a turbo-charged Golf GTI replaced a normally aspirated Alfa 156 (because, on the track, speed trumps beauty). Interiors were stripped, cages welded, dampers dried and bushes trimmed; lines were learnt and lessons absorbed.
By 2009 I was wondering what to do next. Having completed more than forty track days in the
At the end of 2009 I passed the infamous Association of Race Drivers (ARDS) test and obtained my Race National B (novice) Licence. Now I was ready to learn how to be a real racer.