Cadwell Park

Firstly thanks to darsy for organising. The trip up and evening meal
was 'entertaining' and today was great fun. The weather was perfect and
despite having come back from Portugal last week I've burnt my head and
face. You know you've had a good day when you're tired and you smell.

These are the pictures taken by the course photographer which were £30
for 10 plus. I took the lot because a: I'm vain and b: there was a
queue and I couldn't be arsed to sift through them all looking for the
one shot that vaguely makes me look competent.

http://www.cane.ukrm.btinternet.co.uk/cadwell/index.html

I was going to write a load of stuff about the day but I'm fucking
knackered and my Stella in beginning to kick in so I'll leave that to
darsy and Simian.

 

Most enjoyable. Very pleased with the Pilot Power 2CTs. Mystified by a
loss of power at one point which felt just like running out of fuel -
Darsy will know what I mean

Pulled off at Charlies fearing the worst but started OK again. Did the
same at Park. Got me back to the paddock OK where the symptoms could
not be reproduced.

Probably objecting to not getting a proper two hour lunch a la
Francais. Anyway after doing nothing more than opening the tank to
confirm plenty of fuel everything was fine for the afternoon sessions.

Was pretty hot so my theory is some kind of glitch in the fuel supply
to the fuel injection.

Sorry for the google groups posting. Demon's news server seems to be on
strike.

 

Oh and Pete was there too on his Vulc... Vulv... French V-Twin.

 

was boring and shit, respectively. I loved the look on the miserably
landlady's face when she brought your food and you complained "but, I
ordered this food with a smile".

two comments:

1) sorry for being so fucking slow
2) I thought you said that you looked good in a couple of the photos

 

I'm still embarrased that an old **** like you on a silly french bike
managed to outbrake me and get past :-/

Still, as with everything else, I'm going to blame it on my fuelling
issues.

 

If her face was anything to go by I'm sure she would've tasted worse
than the meal she brought to the table... Mardy northern bitch.

I'm sorry I passed you so easily.

 

Ginge. c2001

 

me too!

"There's no substitute for cubes"

 

or petrol.

 

Your helmet is gay

 

Always remember: on track days, if in doubt, stop.

 

it comes in handy.

I'm told.

 

or if you're Cane, take to the grass, or ride through the hay bales.

 

It was mentioned more than once.

 

And proud too.

 

Shanice!

 

Cane said...

That confirms it, you are gay.

 

I have no recollection of this incident. The red mist must have
descended for a while. Where exactly did it occur?

 

The A46. We were in a white van.

 

Strange I thought I did you coming *out* of a roundabout using a
reasonable complement of finest Czech turbo diesel horses.