Skoda Rally Blog

Yeah, good. So, another red-bull-tinged Sunday morning. Nice enough weather to consider getting the bike out, not actually nice enough to do it though; it’s still wet outside, and there’s no way I’m riding when it’s wet. Yeah, I’m not a “proper biker” for doing that, but most people who say that don’t happen to own a car. And smell of wee. And besides, I’ve done all the “proper biker” bit, and it was deeply unpleasant; I ride now because it’s fun, not because I’m trying to prove I can endure arctic conditions and torrential rain while risking my neck on a vehicle that has two patches of rubber the size of a tennis ball between me and ultimate doom….

But I think I’ll get the rally car out instead, as it’s only 7 days until it will finally be used in “anger”. Although I think bewilderment will probably be more the order of the day, given that both I and Kev are complete novices. Steve Colville (rally guru and generally helpful chap) used the phrase “the blind leading the blind”, which I guess is just about accurate. I would like to think that I won’t be totally incompetent, but I think that’s probably a little far fetched. Anyway, in 7 days, Smeatharpe will be upon us (hopefully we won’t be impaled on anything), which i am really looking forward to. I’m nervous already. And I’m a bit worried that I’ve heard _nothing_ back from them, so I guess I’ll see what the deal is there…. I need to know what number I am (obviously the last one in the field, but that’s no surprise really, is it?), so I can get some big old numbers for the doors. And stuff like that.