One of the advantages of knowing quite a few people who are into cars (after spending the first 30 odd years of my life having no car pals) is that you can all club together and do stuff you wouldn't normally be able to.
So we did a private hire at Llandow!
We're all based in Lancashire/Greater Manchester so convoyed down on the A & B roads. Until a Mini did Mini things and shat itself. I'm the one with the shiny pink trainers and the shinier head.
After losing a couple of hours sorting it, we all crossed our fingers, closed our eyes really tight, and it just sorted itself out. Behaved itself for the rest of the weekend! Bloody cars.
I may get bored of how it looks, but that hasn't happened yet!
I also added a harness before Llandow and couldn't believe the difference it made. Wish I'd done it sooner to be honest.
Personally I really like Llandow as a circuit. It was small enough that you could get to grips with it, and learn it relatively quickly, so you could start experimenting with lines and braking points etc. I'm probably a pretty s**t driver, but I enjoy it, so who cares!
Now I didn't get much driving done on this day sadly. I'd initially gone out on my road tyres to save time, but realised they weren't up to much. Came in and swapped them and my session ended. Then tried to adjust the camber to help with turn in (I've got a method), which led to more faffing around.
All the while, for the previous few months I'd been suffering ABS issues, and I'd narrowed this down to steering angle sensor/clock springs/squib issues. A friend had a code reader so whenever I went on track, I could clear the code, get a proper brake pedal feel with ABS, and enjoy the car. But whenever I turned it off and turned it back on again, the car did that initial check and flagged the ABS light again, meaning 50:50 brake distribution and shite pedal feel.
I soldiered on.
After several laps I'd absolutely cooked the power steering fluid, boiled it over and burst the pressure sensor boss on the high pressure line. Driving round the track I was trying to figure out whose car had supercharger whine, until I realised it was mine, and it was the power steering pump. Also, at about the same time as I realised, and immediately slowed down and did some cool down laps, I started to feel a 'knot' in the steering. Like a spot of resistance as I turned that I had to overcome. That wasn't good. I let the car cool down, chilled out for the rest of the afternoon and limped it back to the hotel for beers and food.
The following day, I went straight to Halfords at Bridgend, bought 2 bottles of power steering fluid, and a tube of power steering leak stopper. I then limped it the 4 hours back home to Lancashire.
At this point a lot started happening in my life! We'd had an offer accepted on a house, but despite intending to move closer to work, this was too good to pass up, and way better than the others we'd viewed. That said, we'd actually had two houses fall through prior to this, so we were trying not to get too excited, or make too many plans.
The Saturday before Llandow I'd sold the Lexus, the trackday was on the Friday (drove down Thursday). On the Wednesday of that week, the other lad in my office and our boss both handed their notice in to go to a competitor. So the Thursday morning before I drove to Wales, I drove into work with a car full of track tyres, gerry cans and tools, and sat down in my pink trainers and a death metal band t-shirt for a meeting with the directors, where I put myself forward for my boss's position. Shortly after that meeting I got a call saying we had a completion date for the house purchase. With a new role potentially on the cards with a wage rise to match, I may not have needed to sell the Lexus for house moving funds, but at least I still had the Clio, which was cool, fun, relatively economical on a run, and working.
Except I broke it at Llandow...