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TRAX 2001
TRAX 2001 REPORT 2
By Christian Middlemiss
At 10:30 on a Saturday morning
what a time to get up never
normally see the sun before 12 but
hey it was for a good cause, have
brekkie go out and wash and wax
my baby ready for the 4 hour trip
south to Trax. When we arrive at
the hotel i’m reminded of the pub
from American Werewolf in
London, what a complete dump in
the middle of no-where (Fox and
Hounds in Whittlebury don’t go "You see this finger??? That's why Martyn's smiling..."
there). No toilet or cupboard in the
room no facilities as you can imagine the good missus was not amused. I thought
never mind a few bevies in the pub and all will be fine well after the 3 mile walk
to the pub I forgot which one to meet in and my phone address book was
knackered so I couldn’t contact anyone fek could it get any worse! Still started to
watch the match and several pints later wasn’t feeling too bad, it was only
Mark’s good foresight, in that he rang me to see where I was and luckily enough
I picked the same pub as the rest of the crowd. England winning against
Germany Saul nearly getting in to a fight with someone kicking a ball at his car
and a Ruby later things were looking up.
Early Sunday morning and we are up and out ready to meet at the Towcester
Services for the convoy to Silverstone. The dual carriageway outside the Services
was turned into a bit of a makeshift racetrack with a long procession of modded
motors tearing past the services showing what they’ve got making me wish
everyone would hurry up so we could get there and experience everything that
is TRAX.
Despite the fact it was early
Sunday morning and everyone
was feeling a bit worse for wear
the drive into Silverstone soon
woke me up the road was a bit
rough to say the least and all the
hard work of cleaning the
motors was out the window as
we travelled down the roughest
dirtiest bit of track ever to get to
our stand sorry Mark you may
have spent the longest time I’ve ever seen in a jetwash but it all went out the
window after the dust of that track. (Not as long as Saul) *Mark
We all got parked up in the right order “eventually” and it was time to
experience all that is trax. Once we had fought our way through the sea of Novas
and Fords, I couldn’t believe how many there were the sad b*rds there were
several smart cars that stood out though, the Purple modded Scooby (Redline cover car) was mint and
have you ever seen so many Evo’s and P1’s in one place ever! I was in petrol head heaven. The two
things that will remind me of Trax are the mental Porsche that flew through the sprints and the stoopid
ass in the p1 that totalled his car on the track tee hee
what a spoon.
For my first southern car show I was well impressed
with the quantity and quality of most of the cars
(excluding the obvious), but out of all the stands I
would say ours was one of the most professional a
lot more so than some of the larger big named clubs.
John did a superb job of playing the wife and
cooking on the BBQ, the car spec sheets and sign
were of such high quality that everyone noticed how
professional the club is and they brought some much
needed attention to our ever-growing club. A top shout goes out to everyone involved in the
organising of the event (you know who you are), for a perfect day infact it was soo good even our pet
monkey was well behaved tee hee.
All that’s left to be said is roll on the Three
Sisters (no not one of Dave’s fantasies), so we
can prove that we are as cool and
professional on the track as we are at the
shows, infact I bet we surprise quite a lot of
people with how swift our cars really are
See you all there for another top day.
"i tell you - I
need balls this
big to go out on
the track"