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The driver always gets a mention doesn’t he? And all I have to do is steer it straight and keep my right floor planted, right?….. Well, yeah, as it happens that is pretty much all I have to do….and..
- sit it the car in a fire suit and gloves and a balaclava and helmet in the 30ºc heat and sweat my nads off waiting for the track crew to mop up someone else’s used oil
- struggle to get in and out of the car because I’ve put weight on last month;
- wander around the pits with a spanner in my mitt pretending that I know what the crew is doing to the suspension or any of the other “magic” bits
- thinking about how the hell I am going to pay for a new or replacement parts this month or that nice new shiny..no no stop.
- having the fun of being pushed backwards off the line in front of a crowd because of whatever reason…alright I flooded it ..again!
- answer questions about what this rpm was and what that pressure was – I was looking at the track for Gods sake, have they any idea how fast this bloody thing is
- get covered in bruises from sitting on the harness buckle again..and again
- ..oh, and getting the teas in occasionally.
Seriously, I only get to drive the car because of the efforts of other people, the crew, chassis builder, engine builder, etc etc and to all of them I give my thanks and respect.
My name is Ray Comer, I’m 46 years old, a 5x grandfather, fat, short and going grey. Got into drag racing after getting bored with scuba diving and my wife was happier that I took up something less dangerous; after all there are no recorded incidents of someone drowning or being attacked by sharks on a drag strip right? In my “spare” time I own a property management company in Milton Keynes….and I’m having the time of my life.
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