Well readers my luck has deserted me.
Over the last few weeks I've had the kind of run that makes an RC racer wonder why.
Why do I get up at 6.00am on a Sunday?
Why do I drive 50 or 60 miles to stand in a cold wet car park in the middle of nowhere?
Why do I spend hundreds, nay thousands, of pounds in the vigorous pursuit of fractions of a second?
Why do I participate in a hobby after which I return home happy only around 50 per cent of the time?
Because I, like you, am addicted.
Addicted to what?
Those days when I beat my personal best.
Those days when I nail the 'A'.
Those days when I return home triumphant with a 2 bob trophy that's cost me a hundred quid to win.
Those days when the postman brings me an RC package.
And those balmy summer days chillin' with my buds.
That's why I put up with weekends like the last 3!
Week 1: 10 minutes use with the brand new SX3, the rear belt self desructed and destroyed the rear diff pulley.
Credit to Schumacher who were excellent, the car is now sporting a new set of belts including the new uprated 'Bando' belts for the front and centre, all free of charge.
Week 2: SX3 out of commission the SX2 was back on track. I managed to hop a barrier and get clouted, full pelt, by my mate Cameron. Fortunately his car was undamaged, I was not so lucky, the impact completely destroyed a front shock, breaking it in two, smashing the piston and bending the shaft.
Week 3: SX3 repaired ready for it's proper race debut at TORCH. I didn't even make the start line for my first heat. I connected with a dead car on the back straight during the warm up lap, the result was not pretty!
Wishbone, 2x ti turnbuckles and a carbon shock tower.
Oh well 'thats racing'.
Best part of a hundred quid later and my cars are back together.
Now where am I off to this Sunday?
Mustn't forget to set the alarm, fill up with petrol and charge my 12 volt.
I can't wait!
Now where can I find a lucky four leaf clover?