The Sprint is resigned to the paddock once more when someone called AlfaKev turns up and asks if he can borrow the car for a few laps, he looks professional enough (mental note: wear Motorsport Ireland T-shirt before attempting to borrow cars) and after a nod & a wink from Toad, he dissappears with the Alfa Romeo.
And I mean dissappears. We know he went out with this particular group of cars because Toad spotted him leaving the pitlane. But he fails to re-appear from the furthest reach of the circuit. One of the marshalls reveals that a black Twin-Cam has gone off.. which is enough to convince us the Sprint is knee deep in gravel somewhere. With the session halted, the Landrover Discovery is launched to tow the car out. In the meantime, Toad looks slightily worried, and is is only initially calmed by the fact that the car soon appears back on track. Question is.. why is it on the back of a towrope still, and not jumpstarted back into the contention?
The answer to that lies in the explanation of the guy who borrowed the car in the first place. While flat out in second, he grabbed for third and mistakenly rammed the Sprint into first. The result.. one dead engine as bits of Alfa Romeo internals mooshed round inside the block at warp speed.
If I was in this position, I would've reached for the nearest heavy object and battered him to death on the spot, characteristically, Toad just shrugged, said the shift lever was a bit vague to begin with and said it could happen to anyone. If his driving doesn't sum him up, his off-track attitude does.
It seems the fun is all over, and most of the spectators have left. I figured I'd just mooch rest of the day, offering condolences and possible rescue plans for the Sprint interspersed with the odd dig at the Alfa destroyer on how he managed to convert Toads car into a sit in radio in one hand movement, when I get approached by someone calling himself '528i'. The second thing he says is.. 'have you got a helmet?' at which point I'm ushered, gestapo style, towards a waiting gleaming 328i, figuring this is retribution for all those name calling incidents online, and out onto the track..
An unlikely combination if ever there was one, 528i in his new 328i, with a die-hard anti-Uber fan in the passenger seat. After the Sprint, I'm expecting this to be a lame affair worthy of much forum slagging and finger pointing. I ready my digicam to get a decent shot of the one time the DSC light is going to blink during the lap and try to think up hillarious forum postings about 528i's non-slip BMW, and his frustration at being lapped by Civics.
Sadly, my funny comments will have to go unpublished because I'm too busy contaminating his grab handle with ground in Alfa brake dust from blackened hands as we slide into corner one. Strangely, he's performed an illegal operation for BMW drivers and switched off the DSC..............
This is where the 3 Series shows its' weight and ****** mobile pretentions right? This is where we bodyroll around the place looking like an Audi floating down the Slaney in the winter floods. Errr. wrong, much tail swinging tomfoolery is witnessed by a grinning eob as the 3 Series swings from corner to corner. At one stage, one of the wheels was on the grass side of the kerb as the nose continued on un-abated. I'm beginning to see why some of you guys like this things. Did someone say M3..?
So, exploding Sprints, swinging Series 3's and scorching sunshine, interspersed with some Kinder Bueno kindly donated by Toads friend and a Lupo headbutting a tyre wall.
If I could've brought Brittany with me, that would qualify as heaven.