Magazine Issue 1.pdf - SEATCupra.net

CLUB EVENTS
Mark leaves it late and proves the
Ibiza is indeed a Rally Legend.
in first then booting the throttle, trying to get those precious PSI's into
their tyres, and the temperatures through those EBC's.
Well, im awake on a Friday morning at 7am to go and wash the
car and try and get some final adjustments done (like changing the
cd's in the changer etc)
However by 8am i realise i should have been out of bed an hour
ago, so have to bypass the "thorough" car wash and settle for
the express one. Im meeting Mr Forbes at 9-30 so dont want to
be late.
At 9-23 i leave my house for the 10 mile trip to our meeting place at
Knutsford to find Mark rather damp, "she told me the end was a bit
dodgy," OK mate, each to their own, as we decided it would be better to
not wash the cars anymore as our attempts were
failing miserably, we set off for Lichfield/Curborough.
Hitchhikers were a
constant problem.
Prayers were said to
the tyre smokin god.
Fought the usual friday M6 traffic, down the speed camera infested
A50/51 and on towards Halliards Cross, which is now Fradley Park for
those who like us, missed it the first time.
We turn up to Curborough to be met by a man resembling a monkey
with a strange London accent swearing at us, ok i thought, bit strange,
but we gave him some peanuts and he let us pass onto the circuit. The
low down hum of 2.0 engines, rattly cams and whining turbos greeted
Zboyd and myself, shortly followed by a loud cheer and ferocious
clapping, "oh yes" i thought "they have realised that 'Saul Senna' and
'Mark Mansell' have arrived"
Alas the cheers were not for us, they were for our founder and leader
Mr Burton, not for displaying his excellent car controlling abilities, nor
his knowledge of the Curborough track but for spinning his passion
wagon at the first corner on his first attempt. "Its my tires!" he
proclaimed wildly, ok John, we believe you. By this time anticipation
has taken hold of the group, we say our hellos and the meeting is
called to a point, we get the usual "be sensible" and "take it easy on
that corner" speech from said spinner, and we take to the parade lap.
This is now beginning to resemble an F1 warmup, people are crawling
Then we all peel off and decide to go for a bacon butty. However,
shock takes over the camp, word is passing through that the nice
lady operating the "restaurant" has only brought 20 buns, panic
starts to set in among the competi.....ahem, i mean fellow drivers
club members, This panic is raised to a feverish state when glyn is
spotted prowling the butty area like a lion on his savannah, i can
read his thoughts "Im the daaaddy naah!"
We all decide to let Mr H get the food in first to save bloodshed, and one
by one we pile onto the track.
down the straight.
Save of the day for me was Bill Brockbanks mate in the
Mk1 Golf, major sideways after a new Anti Roll bar, and
a great recovery.
The light started to fade as Bob Nash in the rally car go
for a full run, after a few more laps it was decided that
we were all still alive and able to drive our machines
home, so it was as good a time as any to call it a night.
A great day was had by all, it made an interesting and
fun track day compared to Alconbury, however i hope
we are back in Peterborough next year as the run offs
are much bigger and the bars stay open later :)
Its all going well, no major offs, people beginning to find their
lines throughout the tight and twisty tarmac. Then we get
a little more confident, and things start happening.
I see a black flash and blood curdling tyre squeel as
Brendy pulverises his car into submission, Steve H, by
some act of god, manages to keep his car the right way
up, and Mr Mark Jones clumps his sump in masterful
fashion in an immortal conquest of late breaking.
Others are having fun too, Mr P takes the TT for a spin and
turns in a very respectable time. The 16V lads are having
fun with their new cams, and their cars sound great belting
Thanks to all who helped on the day and in organising the event, im sure i convey everyones thanks.
Saul
PS Anyone know if that monkey is available for hire?
Can’t be any worse than a BurgerKing kids party..... eh Saul. :-) (Mark)
Brendy needed parts
so set about
stripping the TT.