A little late, but following my ride out to the Bike Night at Jacks Hill Cafe, the next morning (a Saturday) I had some tickets for a VIP day at Santa Pod raceway which I’d won in a works raffle in aid of Macmillan charity. It was quite fitting as a family friend, Arthur had introduced us all to drag racing at Santa Pod when I was just a lad, and we’d gone along with him and my dad for many years, sadly Arthur had died from cancer a couple of years ago and Macmallan had looked after him in his final weeks to make his life more bearable, so a trip to the Pod courtesy of a raffle in aid of the charity which had improved his final days is a fitting rememberance I felt.. I’d asked my brother if he’d like to be my guest, and we’d agreed that if the weather looked good he’d come to mine and we’d ride the bikes to Santa Pod, which is what actually happened. The Slug (ZZR 1100) duly arrived with my brother sat aboard at 8 a.m. and we got out the Z750 and got ready to go. Not immediately though as the ZZR had some battery problems which meant I needed to push it for a bump start. It started easily enough, but then I had to kick the twin, which usually starts second kick, but obviously I had used up all my energy on the other Kawasaki as it wouldn’t go until the 5th or 6th kick. But then we were off.
A nice gentle wind up to the A509 and a steady within speed limits ride saw us eating up the miles towards our destination. At some point we usually turn right through a small village called Bozeat, but I’d seen signs further up during my working hours which I thought may cut out some of the farmyard muddy roads. It actualy didn’t it was just a long way further up to end up on just as smaller roads with just as muddy tracks from tractors, with the added bonus of not quite knowing where we were or which way to go until we saw the next sign for the Pod. Soon though we ended up on the final road into the raceway and outside of the queueing cars as we made our way past the traffic into the grounds.
VIP tickets remember so we looked for a marshall who guided us to another marshall who told us to park in the VIP parking area, so that’s a field to us regular Joes then, no good for side stands on Kawasakis. So we ignored that advice and went on in until we found some other bikes parked on hard tarmac and followed suit. Daz and I had a wander round and watched some racing through the fence before we decided to see what VIP passes could offer, and hunted down the hospitality area. Here they allowed us to stow our helmets and jackets and to have our free bacon rolls, I like being a VIP and could get used to free bacon rolls, if anyone wants to offer more VIP treatment, I’m here waiting.
Our tickets also came with grandstand seating so we made our way there, a lot of seats were reserved but empty so I could spread myself out a little and enjoy some racing, until one of the cars broke putting oil down and stopping the racing for a goodly length of time. But we did manage to watch some great racing as the day wore on, with top fuel, and top alcohol cars fighting for the championships at this the so called European Finals. I still get blown away by the doorslamming pro modifieds though, running 6 second quarter miles in cars with working doors, amazeballs.
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We had decided to leave early as Dazza needed to get back to his family, and we wanted to beat the traffic out. Back at the Hospitality tent we picked up our jackets, helmets and goody bags (yep we got goodies) and went back to the bikes. Under my seat the goody bag fitted nicely, but the slugs shell had a little more trouble handling the bag but Dazza used brute force and got the stuff in there. After checking the petrol situation, again the ZZR needed a push to get going and I kicked my Z750 twin to life (kickstarters rule) and off we went. This time we went the old way via Bozeat and cut off a good stretch of riding. At the M1 junction off the A509 at Newport Pagnell Dazza headed off to the motorway while I continued on my way Westward towards home, I don’t know why but the jorney from the point Dazza left suddenly seemed much quicker. Home again, turned the Kawasaki round and pulled it back into the drive until next time.