jason
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It was a good day.
A beautiful bright Friday spring morning, a little cold and damp but sunny nonetheless.
I packed the car up with my helmet, toeing eye, tape for the lights, air pressure monitor and the rest of the gubbins and set off for one of my favourite places on the planet "" Oulton Park.
Too say the car was looking breathtaking (to me) is an understatement.
I'd spent the last year getting it set up correctly, having the correct offset wheels fitted in orange, the orange carrera script had gone down the side a week ago with the matching badge at the back, I'd spent a small fortune on new brakes discs, pads, fluid, tyres and servicing in the last week and to top it all off Glynn O'Donnell from www.elite-detailer.co.uk had spent a whole day doing paintwork correction and detailing the body work "" it looked stunning and Glynn can certainly work miracles on a car.
Looking at it that morning I had never seen black paint look so deep or reflective on any car. Nothing could wipe the grin off my face.
Half way to Oulton Park I stopped at a Shell garage to fill up with Optimax (or whatever the hell they call it these days) and also to witness the funniest thing of the year so far. Some idiot in an MR2 obviously was not best pleased with my rather loud Porsche and thought he'd snarl at me for a good couple of mins while I filled up. Then as he pulled away from the garage he decided to rev his car wildly no doubt to "˜show his stuff' at which point he spun 360 degrees and lost complete control. I swear the garage attendant wet herself! I've never laughed so much in a long time.
I paid for my fuel and went my merry way, thinking this was going to be the best day of the year so far.
I was wrong.
I was very very wrong.
I couldn't have been further wrong even if I tried really hard to be.
About a mile from Oulton Park on the A51 to Chester is a bit of a nasty crossroads. It connects two 60mph roads and has no green light filtering. What is worse is if you are on the A51 and turning off it then the turning is actually about 80yds after the lights.
At 8.15am this morning I was at this very junction, turning right. A stupidly large lorry that had been heading in the opposite direction was directly in front of me also turning right (ie we were going to cross each other) and stationary too, waiting for the traffic to stop. As the lights turned to red we both inched forward so as not to be "˜left in no mans land' and as I did so a brand new Saab (the guy bought it 6 days ago) travelling at about 60mph ploughed into my drivers door without even getting the chance to hit the brakes. My head bounced off the side window and we both came to a standstill.
I got out the car and looked at my dream in pieces"¦..then duly realised I was still alive"¦.which was a bonus. Checked on the other guy who was fine and spent the next hour watching beautiful RS's and GT3, all still in one piece, going off to Oulton in the sun.
The nice lady who watched it all happen said she sees an accident at these lights every week and the policeman said he is called to one every 48hrs. He said it will take someone to die before the council does anything about it.
Brilliant.
Didn't make me feel any better to be honest.
The guy whose house is on the corner of the junction came out to check his wall"¦apparently he has to check it quite a bit, but did remark what a nice car mine looked on the back of the trailer. Obviously he could only see one side.
The nice police officer got the cars towed away and kindly dropped both drivers off at Chester railway station to make our way home.
About half an hour later I collapsed.
I believe its called shock, it usually kicks in once the adrenalin wears off and the pain in your back and neck suddenly change from being a bit sore to totally unbearable.
The nice woman in the station had a minor fit and quickly called me an ambulance.
5hrs later I was released and I'm fine but guess I'm going to be in quite a bit of pain for a few days!
As I type my baby is currently on the back of another trailer and on its way back to GCR in Leicester"¦it's a bit of a mess as you can see, but its fair to say the safety built into what is a 15year old car is phenomenal "" the wing and door took all the impact and retained all the energy "" thanks Mr Porsche.
And so this post starts my therapy.
Not a good day.
In fact it was sh*te.
Jason
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A beautiful bright Friday spring morning, a little cold and damp but sunny nonetheless.
I packed the car up with my helmet, toeing eye, tape for the lights, air pressure monitor and the rest of the gubbins and set off for one of my favourite places on the planet "" Oulton Park.
Too say the car was looking breathtaking (to me) is an understatement.
I'd spent the last year getting it set up correctly, having the correct offset wheels fitted in orange, the orange carrera script had gone down the side a week ago with the matching badge at the back, I'd spent a small fortune on new brakes discs, pads, fluid, tyres and servicing in the last week and to top it all off Glynn O'Donnell from www.elite-detailer.co.uk had spent a whole day doing paintwork correction and detailing the body work "" it looked stunning and Glynn can certainly work miracles on a car.
Looking at it that morning I had never seen black paint look so deep or reflective on any car. Nothing could wipe the grin off my face.
Half way to Oulton Park I stopped at a Shell garage to fill up with Optimax (or whatever the hell they call it these days) and also to witness the funniest thing of the year so far. Some idiot in an MR2 obviously was not best pleased with my rather loud Porsche and thought he'd snarl at me for a good couple of mins while I filled up. Then as he pulled away from the garage he decided to rev his car wildly no doubt to "˜show his stuff' at which point he spun 360 degrees and lost complete control. I swear the garage attendant wet herself! I've never laughed so much in a long time.
I paid for my fuel and went my merry way, thinking this was going to be the best day of the year so far.
I was wrong.
I was very very wrong.
I couldn't have been further wrong even if I tried really hard to be.
About a mile from Oulton Park on the A51 to Chester is a bit of a nasty crossroads. It connects two 60mph roads and has no green light filtering. What is worse is if you are on the A51 and turning off it then the turning is actually about 80yds after the lights.
At 8.15am this morning I was at this very junction, turning right. A stupidly large lorry that had been heading in the opposite direction was directly in front of me also turning right (ie we were going to cross each other) and stationary too, waiting for the traffic to stop. As the lights turned to red we both inched forward so as not to be "˜left in no mans land' and as I did so a brand new Saab (the guy bought it 6 days ago) travelling at about 60mph ploughed into my drivers door without even getting the chance to hit the brakes. My head bounced off the side window and we both came to a standstill.
I got out the car and looked at my dream in pieces"¦..then duly realised I was still alive"¦.which was a bonus. Checked on the other guy who was fine and spent the next hour watching beautiful RS's and GT3, all still in one piece, going off to Oulton in the sun.
The nice lady who watched it all happen said she sees an accident at these lights every week and the policeman said he is called to one every 48hrs. He said it will take someone to die before the council does anything about it.
Brilliant.
Didn't make me feel any better to be honest.
The guy whose house is on the corner of the junction came out to check his wall"¦apparently he has to check it quite a bit, but did remark what a nice car mine looked on the back of the trailer. Obviously he could only see one side.
The nice police officer got the cars towed away and kindly dropped both drivers off at Chester railway station to make our way home.
About half an hour later I collapsed.
I believe its called shock, it usually kicks in once the adrenalin wears off and the pain in your back and neck suddenly change from being a bit sore to totally unbearable.
The nice woman in the station had a minor fit and quickly called me an ambulance.
5hrs later I was released and I'm fine but guess I'm going to be in quite a bit of pain for a few days!
As I type my baby is currently on the back of another trailer and on its way back to GCR in Leicester"¦it's a bit of a mess as you can see, but its fair to say the safety built into what is a 15year old car is phenomenal "" the wing and door took all the impact and retained all the energy "" thanks Mr Porsche.
And so this post starts my therapy.
Not a good day.
In fact it was sh*te.
Jason
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