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Photos by Chloë King<br />
W W W. V i Va L E W E s . C o M<br />
baNger raCiNg<br />
Chloë king goes trackside<br />
I first saw the bangers last August Bank Holiday<br />
with a family friend in his eighties; he loved ‘the<br />
stocks’ as a young man, and was excited to relive the<br />
spectacle. We had a grand day out, the place was<br />
packed, and we left smiling, our ears ringing and<br />
hair smelling.<br />
This time it’s a Wednesday night and although<br />
the ample, grass car park seems half full, the arena<br />
looks half empty. Spedeworth Motorsports, in its<br />
fiftieth year, has regular fixtures in eight tracks<br />
across the UK. The racers meet at Arlington on<br />
Wednesday evenings throughout the summer, and<br />
of their main venues, it’s here that the audience is<br />
‘closest to the action’.<br />
Aside from the ticket price – £12 full, £<strong>10</strong> concessions,<br />
and £6 for kids aged 5-14 – passing through<br />
the gate is like going back to a time when everyone<br />
knew how to put things together. On the outdoor<br />
and the sheltered terraces, most people have set<br />
themselves up comfortably in camping chairs, but<br />
being unequipped, I pay an extra quid to sit in the<br />
grandstand.<br />
Round the back is a licensed clubhouse, and takeaway<br />
vans that fill the air with the scent of bangers<br />
and chips. I’m distracted from the sight of a man<br />
gorging on mayo by the sound of the Ministox<br />
driving onto the starting lines. Each race formula<br />
has its own rolling start tune, and every one sounds<br />
like something off a hairy fairground ride or a borderline<br />
children’s TV show from the 70s. The kids<br />
m o t o r r a c i n g<br />
love it, and there are lots of them here.<br />
It turns out this evening’s meet is for the trainees.<br />
There are many different race ‘formulas’ for all<br />
levels of drivers and various vintage and modern<br />
cars, so each week’s programme is slightly different.<br />
The Ministox are reconditioned <strong>10</strong>00cc Minis<br />
meticulously sprayed in bright colours, for boy and<br />
girl racers aged 11-16 to ‘cut their teeth’. From the<br />
off, the cars scream round the track to an excited<br />
commentator, and the atmosphere is thick.<br />
After the Ministox come the Rookie Rods: a ‘lowbudget,<br />
non-contact’ formula class of Novas, Fiestas<br />
and Corsas. The flame-haired boy in front of me<br />
is kitted out in full clobber and enjoying the noise,<br />
but it’s a few years yet before he can have a go.<br />
Tonight’s third and final group are the Bangers:<br />
write-offs of course, lovingly resurrected as racers.<br />
Unlike the ‘Nationals’, this racing formula is limited<br />
contact, but even so there’s enough one-on-one<br />
to engulf the track in thick smoke, and when they<br />
crash near the barrier my heart is in my mouth. By<br />
the end of their third race tonight, only a few bangers<br />
drive off unaided. I stand by the entrance to the<br />
pit as the sun sets, watching them rumble off the<br />
track, drivers beaming from ear to ear.<br />
This ritualistic and exhilarating event has retained<br />
the allure of danger, and, it’s clear from the first<br />
that this is a way of life. In an age when cash and<br />
pampering has turned mainstream sports soft,<br />
banger racing remains intoxicatingly real.<br />
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