MAY 2006
Author: Neil McKean
Friday 26th
The SE BOYS ON TOUR trip to the Nurburgring and Spa began with Paul Gibson, Iain
Boag, Scotty Cruikshank, Ali Crozier and I meeting at Murray's in Edinburgh. In
typical fashion, my car broke down twice before we left , a mysterious
deflating tyre that fixed itself, and spongy brake pedal that needed bleeding.
After much hanging around we all kissed Paul's wife goodbye and we were on our
way, although scattered out over about 20 miles. I managed to have another
breakdown before I left Edinburgh, as one of the handbrakes was stuck on. Quick
hit with a wheel nut bar and we were back on the way.
We stopped for lunch in the borders and managed to lose Ali and Scotty. I think
they were halfway to the ferry by the time they turned back and found Paul, Iain
and myself. After a quick bite to eat, the whole team travelled together in
convoy for the first time, and we were introduced to Sooty, the 6th team member.
Sooty was Paul's trusty Range Rover Sport tow car, who had a habit of covering
Paul's trailer and the following Elise's in a thick layer of diesel soot every
time the throttle was floored. Sooty would entertain us for the rest of the
journey by providing a smoke screen to all other traffic whilst overtaking, and
providing Tom-Tom directions via smoke signals to the other team members.
Bizarrely, we all made it to the ferry with no more problems, and nobody got
lost. It was like no other trip I had ever been on I would like to divulge
secrets of Friday night's entertainment, but to be honest, we had 8 bottles of
wine, and countless pints of Grolsch, and I can't remember much else. I do have
vague flash backs of lots of wild hen parties, but all of us were on our best
behaviour, and did the gentlemanly thing of perving from the side Lines.
Saturday 27th
We spent the morning getting to the ring and checking into the Sonnehof hotel in
Adenau. It's an absolutely brilliant hotel, and much higher standard to last
years Adams family house of horrors, and I'd definitely recommend it to all
Scottish elisers.
Got to the car park at the ring, bought tickets and pulled out onto the ring in
glorious sunshine. After last year's washout, this was going to be great. And it
was. Right up until I passed under the bridge and the heavens open. DOH. Never
mind, we made the most of it, and at least were able to remind ourselves of the
track in relatively quite conditions, although nerves of steel are needed when
driving the ring in the wet.
Met Bob Van M and his friend crazy Dave. They tagged along as honorary members
of Team SE for the next couple of days. I did 8 laps, about 120 miles on track.
Funniest moment of the day had to go to Sooty. Paul, Iain, Scotty and Ali took
Sooty out for a lap around the ring. The weather was so bad, that the 340R's
were tucked away and wet weather mode was engaged and off they went. I followed
in the yellow shed. Halfway round, with Paul sweating at the wheel, deep in
concentration, Iain burst into laughter. I had text'd him to say that Sooty was
suffocating me with diesel reek. He read out the message to much laughter, with
Paul still at the wheel driving like a madman, and me cruising along behind
hoping he would hurry up.
Proudest moment for me during the day was had at the end. I was driving down the
last straight about to leave the circuit and head back to the hotel. As I
glanced over the my right, I spotted Paul and Iain taking Sooty home. I decided
that I'd give chase, so drove off the circuit and headed after them, still with
my helmet on. Flew off down the excellent roads from the ring back to Adenau,
only to catch up with a British registered yellow Porsche Carrera GT. The driver
saw me catching and set off down the road with me in hot pursuit. The two of us
caught Sooty pretty quickly, but neither could get past. Moments later, Iain
appeared through the sunroof, camera in hand and started snapping away,
desperate to get £25 from Autocar magazine for the most bizarre pic. I think
he's in with a chance, as he got a peach of the GT turning into a hairpin, and
me sticking my nose up the inside, Stig helmet still on. I was so proud that I
hunted down a Carrera GT, but I think the boys are a bit fed up with that story
now. Eh boys??
Cant remember much of Saturday nights entertainment, although the team did
introduce ourselves to Mrs Double Amaretto. She would become Scotty and Ali's
best friend. Ali also earned himself the nickname, sh*t. I'll leave that one up
to your imagination.
Sunday 28th
Woke up fresh headed (honest) and were greeted to dry, bright conditions. We all
had our fingers crossed it would stay like this. Thankfully it did. Down to the
circuit early, and out for a few sighting laps. Unfortunately on my second lap,
as I entered the foxhole, an S2000 was finishing an accident, and as I was first
on the scene, I had to stop. The guy was shaken but unhurt, which was more than
could be said for me. I sprinted from the bottom of the hill to the top to wave
cars down and warn them of the grass that had been brought onto the circuit. By
the time I got to the top I could barely stand up, never mind wave my jumper,
although the adrenaline kept me going for a while. Time to get back to the gym I
think.
The whole day was spent doing laps, everyone had a good go at it. I managed to
do 20 laps (a frightening 294 miles) the last 8 of which involved scaring some
British bikers by giving pax laps. None of the team was brave enough to pax with
me, so I made the most of it with my new biker friends.
Scotty and Paul were difficult to separate in the 340R's.
Every time I saw one, the other was following closely behind, much to the
amusement of everyone in the vicinity. Most had never seen a 340R before, but to
see 2 of them together, 1 of them with flame effect was something else.
They were the most photographed cars of the day, even beating the yellow Porsche
Carrera GT.
That nights entertainment was by far the biggest night of the trip. Old man Paul
went to bed early, the 4 of us stayed up, chatting to Arrianna and Cindy. I wont
go into details, as what happens on tour stays on tour, but we poured ourselves
into bed at 4am.
Monday 29th
Long lie for most. I changed my brake pads, as one of the fronts was down to the
metal. Fitted a set of half worn pagids to get me through the rest of the trip.
We had planned to get a few more laps in that afternoon as the circuit opened at
1pm. At 12.15pm the heavens opened again, so we decided just to head to Spa.
Reports from the golf boys were that it eventually dried up late in the
afternoon, but you live and learn.
We met up with Graham Walsh and Nick, and dined in the Le Ronnay that night at
Paul's request. It was interesting to say the least. We booked a table for
8.30pm and eventually sat down to starters at 10pm. By this time Paul Golding
and his son had arrived, we were all starving, so some hilarious banter about
the waitress started. Last reports were that she ran off in tears when the whole
table started humming the Adams family theme tune. Poor girl
Tuesday 30th
Rain. Lots and lots of rain. It was cold as well. Someone mentioned 3 degrees
and frost during the night. It didn't look good. It turned out to be one of the
best wet track days I've ever done. The circuit had a reasonably constant level
of wet grip, unlike the ring, so although the speeds were slow(ish) we could get
into a rhythm. I did another 200 miles on track during the day, and had great
fun beating every 911 GT3 RS that ventured out of the pits.
It didn't all go to plan though, as this video shows:
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Never mind, accident was avoided, mucho thanks go to Walshy for teaching me some
spin skills.
Tuesday nights entertainment involved a trip to Spa. Eventually found somewhere
to eat, but it was a bit of a quiet one.
Wednesday 31st
Woke up again to wet weather. We had been promised a dry day, so most were under
whelmed at the thought of another wet day. The morning turned out to be a lot
slippier than the previous day.Thankfully it started to dry out at around 1pm.
Unfortunately my front pads were making a horrendous noise, so a quick pad
change (1pad had worn down to the metal) and I was back out on track.
All the SE boys really sprang into action whilst it stayed dry. I remember
seeing Ali out on track at the same time as me, and we stayed out for about 40
minutes, which is very hard work around Spa. It takes a lot of concentration to
stay on it when all the corners are 100 mph plus high G force corners with very
little run off.
Scotty had problems with his coolant boiling, suspected HGF, he managed to limp
on and not loose too much track time though. One of the golf guys helped him do
a compression test which didn't show any problems. We were all amazed at his
technical abilities…….right up
until he asked if the heater still worked. :lol
Wednesday night was spent in Francorchamp itself. We got ourselves a table and
sat down for the long hall. Great meal, lots of beer, the banter was flowing (as
always). At least twice during the night, everyone at the table had tears of
laughter or splitting sides. Everything was fine until the bar manager refused
to serve us anymore beer. He served an English group 20 odd pints, and then
turned us away for 6. The barsteward . So Ali took it upon himself to steal a
book on the history of Spa. He smuggled it out under his jacket. We planned to
play a trick on him the next morning by adding 100 Euros to his hotel bill but
couldn't pull it off. Shame.
Thursday 1st
Quiet run up to the ferry. Paul, Iain and I went out for lunch at a lovely fish
restaurant at Amsterdam port, whilst Scotty and Ali enjoyed a poke of chips at
the lotus dealer in the city, whilst getting tyres fitted.
Onto the ferry, and first into the bar. We were greeted by a lovely looking
polish barmaid. Iain was first to warn her off us as he proclaimed in a loud
voice, "see those boys?? Gay, the lot of them" thankfully she ignored him, so we
spent the rest of the ferry ogling her from nearby.
Friday 2nd
A quiet run back up the road. Pretty uneventful. I lost my cap as I peered over
the windscreen during an overtaking manoeuvre.
SO, all in all a bloody good trip. It was a testament to the SE boys that we
were some of the best drivers and did the most laps. we also rounded of the
triple by being the last out of the bar every night.
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