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Blog The end of an Era |
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Seven years is a
long time to race one car. I purchased
EGN 70X back in 1999 to covert into a Group One Touring car for the Classic
Touring Car Racing Club’s pre-1983 championship and my first race was at
Silverstone in March 2000. I still have great memories of that year, if
nothing else I managed a trip to Spa in September that required 10 signatures
on my licence to upgrade to a National A and that meant 10 finishes. I don’t
think the Golf ever managed that feat again. Racing in 2000 was relaxed and
great fun, the Golf had a bullet proof 1800cc engine and the group One grids
were varied and competitive. For 2001 I’d
decided to convert the car to 1600 and therefore compete properly in class D,
this was also a great year and many battles followed with Rick Kerry’s Escort
and Andrew Guy’s Talbot Sunbeam. But then at the end of the year, the next
lap after breaking a lap record for the first time, the engine let go. That
started a period of about 2 years where mechanical gremlins (largely due to
my own mechanical incompetence) set in and I spent more on engines and
gearboxes than race entries. It was around this time that my driving was at
its peak and if the car behaved it was also going very well – but the car
rarely behaved. Matters weren’t helped by a massive shunt at Mallory in 2002
that meant a complete reshell was required. Working in The rest of 2006
was a struggle as I got the car reliable again and more gremlins in 2007
meant only two race starts and zero finishes, the first meaning a complete
cylinder head rebuilt at four figure cost. Frustratingly by now the Golf was
going quicker than ever with a wild cam, 170+ BHP and perfectly set up Leda
suspension. It was stored over the winter and by spring 2008 I’d just lost
interest. I’d had 7 years of driving the roads in diesel saloon cars and old
4X4s just to have a tow bar available, my garage was full of Golf junk and
the trailer was taking up valuable space too. In the end I think
I just about gave the car away - my return was a single figure percentage on
what I’d spent. So far I have no regrets about the empty garage, race suit packed
in the loft and free weekends. The whole thing has been a fantastic experience
and when I get more time (and money) I’ll be back – but next time in a series
with no class structure, rear wheel drive and something reliable. In the
meantime I’ll try and get trackside whenever possible and remember the good
old days – stood by the edge of the circuit at a marshals
post overlooking a stricken VW, waiting for the chequered flag to come out so
I could work out what the latest breakdown was going to cost.
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