My friend John lives in Eglinton. We let him out for the weekend to play with No Limits at Snetterton.
Eglinton is on the island of Ireland. Ireland bobs around in the Atlantic wind and rain like a stubborn sweetcorn floater, mostly cut off from the modern world. Much of Ireland is now firmly in the 19th century with all the associated mod cons such as indoor fires, but there are a few forgotten wastelands on the other side of the Limavady mountains that hark back to more neolithic times. Eglinton is one such place.
Eglinton children are born, often four to five at a time, with ears bigger than their torsos and huge hobbit feet, already armed with thick, hooked, yellowing toenails on hirsute, fat toes. (Childbirth in Eglinton really is something to behold.) From these grotesque offspring the adult community of Eglinton farm earwax and toe cheese on an industrial scale in order to feast every Sabbath on a dish not unlike omelette in appearance but with a gag-inducing pungency somewhat akin to a post-Anglesey Endurance Race arse crack.
Big John, fuelled by this unique diet, has grown into his ears and feet as he is now in his forties and stands well over six foot tall – so looks slightly less freakish than younger Eglintonians. But his presence is nonetheless unsettling for many English folk. His arrival in the obligatory rusty white Transit, belching plumes of diesel particulate, served only to amplify the concern in the paddock over the arrival of “one of them’uns”.
John entered the Pirelli race but the elite of the paddock have no tolerance for the incomprehensible mountain folk and duly sent Joe Francis on a new BMW to run John off the track at the end of the back straight in race one. A pretty shitty welcome for our distant cousin, I thought. John’s weekend improved when Toni, having noticed his furrowed monobrow, took pity on him and found a space in the more welcoming community of clubman racers. Here he enjoyed two good races on Sunday before leaving for the last coffin ship to the homeland on Sunday night.
The thing John was most impressed with on his visit? The impressive length and girth of a Snetterton Sausage and the fact it was free food on Saturday night…
As the No Limits paddock could do with a few more hairy trolls to fill the last few grid slots, I would recommend that NL race weekends at the likes of Croft and Anglesey are advertised in the Irish bike press if they are not already (Papyrus in now quite widely available in Ireland). Ireland is severely lacking in well organised, quality race meets – No Limits is another level for those guys and is just a ferry ride away.
“But what about your weekend Peter?” I hear you cry. Well..,
Let’s get endurance out of the way first. I entered the Pirelli Endurance race on Bridgestones. I’m a clown. No Limits were very good about it but it could have really ruined my team’s weekend and so I feel very bad about it. Bad de Zoo. Moving on…
Practice on Friday wasn’t great, I missed first session due to a leaking tyre valve and only worked out the right gearing in the last session – but was some way off pace based on previous races.
Race results ended up as follows:
|Overall||Overall||In Class||Best Time|
Race one was me finding some pace and slotting in somewhere around where I should be given the quality field of standard twin riders at Snett. It’s funny, when I am going straight to Endurance after a race I don’t take the time to process what happened in the race and by Monday can barely remember any details – it’s also the only race not on camera so I can’t remember much about it.
Race two was more eventful, I had a four lap battle to get past a supertwin and got myself to fifth in class when my bike cut out at the last corner on lap six. It had done the same thing once in testing, both times when I left my downshift uncomfortably late into the corner. The bike on both occasions was very hard to restart, so I ended up limping into pit lane and losing all points. One thing I have learned is that getting down about what could have been serves no healthy purpose so it was chin up and move on. Just need to diagnose the stalling issue and either change the way I’m riding the pizza bike or fix the fault.
Race three was great, I really enjoyed myself and was happy with my time. Good, hard race and a decent result.
Race four I pretty much lost out from the start, letting too many past in the first two corners and making life difficult for myself. If I’m honest, I think I wasn’t awake enough going to the grid – I just wasn’t feeling the race face and it told in the result. A long week at work, lots of laps in testing, solo and endurance, lots of sunshine and a few ciders had probably taken their toll. But I finished happy after some decent scraps and good clean fun.
All in all Snetterton was a great weekend. Ran smooth, no stoppages for us, good clean racing and a few points in the bag. Heidi looked after both myself and Eglinton Man very well being the wonderful wife she is and as usual it was great catching up with a lot of familiar faces in the paddock. Great to see Chris and the boys pop in too, here’s hoping Danny Shaw and the team have success at BSB Snett this weekend.
Next round is Cadwell, can’t wait!