Used to go to New Brighton with my dad as a kid to watch the annual Sprint trophy along the promenade. Seeing the power of the cars and the spectator lined roads always got to me...i loved it and always wanted a go. Served my time as an engineer and played around with cars...up until this day i guess

Anyway i knew the Sprints days were numbered due to H&S so joined a motor club and started competing in lowly club events to get a feel for it before i finally applied to do the New Brighton one, my old man was made up bless him. The day came and i was bricking it...loads of spectators and my old man watching me, and my bottle went as soon as saw how close the final turn was to the sea wall

Also feeling a bit down at heel surrounded by motorhomes and huge car trailers with mechanics prepping opponnents cars,i'd driven my car there with 25 litres of fuel in the footwell, a packet of butties and my skid lid....wore my race suit as well to save changing in the bogs there

Practice runs started and i was a mile off the pace, i mean it was horrific. A bit better as the timed runs started but still 3 seconds off a trophy i'd have died for. Final run came and it started raining just beforehand. All the other cars were swapping tyres and prepping for it. All i could think of was to soften my car up by letting some air out of the tyres, and i disconnected the rear anti roll bar. My turn came and in vain i truly gave it everything, just absolutley forced myself to keep on that throttle at all times, flashe under the big timing gantry at the finish and i could have sworn i'd knocked the best part of 3 seconds off my time....no chance i thought.Got back in to the paddock to learn i'd snatched 3rd in class and a trophy. Now i've won other little things in my time but to get this little Silver Tankard really was special to me at such a venue. I can only imagine how an F1 driver feels actually winning his home GP, I was buzzing for weeks
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Jeez, 25 years ago now.