If Motorsport was music, Le Mans would be a chart-topper, a masterpiece. It would be Beethoven’s Fifth Symphony, Oasis’ Slide Away and Elvis Presley’s Jailhouse Rock. It may not have the glitz and glamour of Monaco or the relentless top speed of the Indianapolis 500, but what it does have compared to the other two races in the Motorsport Triple Crown is a perfect balance of everything.
Normally I stick to one big meeting a year at one circuit, for example if I do Touring Cars at Oulton Park I won’t do them again elsewhere however, last year I did the British Touring Cars at both Oulton Park and Silverstone and the Formula One at both Silverstone and Spa-Francorchamps. Now I … Continue reading British GT feat. Snetterton Circuit
I felt like the hunted, like I was doing just enough to keep the beast at bay each lap until I had them worked out. I’d work out its sound; its call to the others, my senses now in tune with the nature of the beast I was ready.
As the sun sinks behind race control, flickering rays of light over the start finish straight cast silhouettes into turn one, then reappear for one last hurrah before surrendering itself to the horizon making way for night fall. The scene is as breathtaking as the racing. Sebring International raceway, home of the famous and gruelling … Continue reading Super Sebring Part One – Chasing the sunset
Instead of looking back on last year and saying what I enjoyed and what I thought I did well, I’ve decided to look forward to the 2019 season and use what I did to come up with five ideas you may want to try to make this year of marshalling one that you will never forget.
Only the sound of waves breaking and the seagulls call can be heard at Anglesey Circuit. As Remembrance Day service is called, on the centenary of Armistice Day, it seems fitting that the race cars fall silent just like the guns did in 1918 to mark the end of the Great War. Whilst it is … Continue reading Five stars out of five – Race of Remembrance 2018
70 days away from what I call my marshalling home and if I am honest I thought I wouldn’t have missed it as much as I did. However, rolling through the gates and over Warwick Bridge (Bailey Bridge if you are of an older generation) a feeling built up in me as if it was the first time I’d ever been to a racetrack.