Report time! I think one of the best compliments that can be paid to the organisers of any enjoyable event is to write a report so that those that were not able to attend can have some appreciation of the order of the day. This was yet again a fun event and I think is one of the things that I have noticed about this club. Although Joy and I are relatively short term members we have not yet been to an event that was not enjoyable
This one started on Friday when I took the silver baby in to Richardson Motors for a WOF incidentally passed without a hitch and in talking to Kevin it soon became apparent that he was going to arrive on Sunday for the Saturday event and had organized to work Saturday. Wrong move.
Saturday started a bit overcast, and a bit drizzly, but off we set. Not a little trepidation on my part. Our babies are not allowed out in the rain! On the GBPP run we had atrocious weather from Harihari to the top of the Haast Pass, and again on the way home from Wellington to Taupo. That had caused great trauma in my head, and the subsequent therapy has proved very expensive not to mention the weekend medicine bottles in the recycle bin! As both cars were to be in use on the day there was the nagging concern, will it rain. Some consolation in the fact that I tossed the flash new Mini umbrellas in the car for their first outing too. Gareth and Pauline arrived to pick up the brown baby they had used in the GBPP run, and we were off.
Arrived at Waikaraka Park and there was already a good crowd there, the tent was up, the BBQ waiting for lunchtime, and some cones out on the tarmac. Couldn’t make much sense out of the layout visually, but after a bit of gossip, discussion, and other boy toy talk Gary put a diagram on display of each of the tests he had laid out. How where we going to make sense of what looked like a couple of plates of spaghetti? Or looked like the tracks left in the paint by the current BMW ad on telly? Someone, who shall remain nameless asked for a copy of the diagram to stick inside the front window of the car, then when he realized there was a much backing as there was fronting, wanted one for the rear window too! I was pleased the answer was a definite NO he was supposed to be looking after the brown one and needed to see where he was going!
Will digress here two new club members on the day, Welcome Gareth and Pauline, joined to compete now all you need is a car! Anyone know of a good one? We bought the 1275GT from Pauline’s Aunt who was the only owner but it cannot return from whence it came ‘cos it would be severely traumatized if its adoptive parents were to reject it, and there’s enough trauma in the family already!
Gary had demonstrated the track in his ginormous Holden Commode and if he can manage it driving a King Size mattress only flattening a couple of cones then we will manage in the Little Ones yeah right! The events were soon under way, Kevin had obviously got a leave pass from work at the last minute and pretty obvious that he should have, he is a hoon and a boy racer at heart, and all that pent up tension he released in the first couple of runs was obviously better out than in! During the day Kevin had a spot of bother with the Minibitz Mini and I owe him an apology! The lock nut on the clutch stop had dropped off and the stop had wound itself in so there was no clutch pedal movement. I was being helpful and operating the pedal while he adjusted by hand. Hard to hear and I think I pushed when he said release the speed with which he pulled his hand away suggests I nearly clipped his fingernails between stop nut and bell housing.
Time for my turn, very quiet, very sedate, nurse the car, nothing must break! Didn’t want it to end up at Minibitz again for one reason Lee and Simon are away at the moment, and the other is that those are the guys that take a motor out to replace a stoplight switch! But OH NO, negotiating a turn and ended up on the grass that means dirt I didn’t bring the Chamois how will I clean it. Be strong, get the thoughts under control, concentrate, finish the course whew did it!
Time for the electric Mini to compete clear off all the spectators from around the car, hop in, ready to go, bugga the bonnet is still up, yes there is some fronting to do, need to put that down. 8 separate tests throughout the day two runs at each, and some clever driving demonstrations to be seen. Just how does SPITZ travel so fast in so many different directions with the back wheels stopped? Does MINTED have a repressed desire to star in the next filming of the Italian Job? Do the joint owners of what is now yellow, but which it was heard was once known as “the S@#T BROWN MINI” have to be so competitive between themselves and subject their little baby to such treatment? And it kept coming back for more even after throwing up.
Noticed a bunch of the ladies having a bit of a gossip session at one stage (that I think is a gender thing) and snuck up to have a listen. Turns out they were comparing mishaps with cars over time! And the best ways of owning up! General consensus is own up by telephone during the day and its all over by home time if I heard correctly. It’s probably worth recording some of the episodes. My lips are sealed but for adequate money I could add names! Remember the days of the wooden garage doors, on runners, with glass at the top of each panel turns out one opened half the doors then backed out of the garage! Another backed out of the garage with the rear car door open! Another backed out of the driveway and took out a house pillar with the car.
Then along came lunchtime and down came the rain. Never mind, the BBQ was on, the tent was up, and we can always rely on the flash umbrellas. Wrong! First outing for one and open it up, stitching came undone, turned itself inside out in a gentle breeze. Decided against giving the other an outing! That investment was about as good as an investment in the long gone Blue Chip property development company apart from the fact that we have something to see for our money. And they look good!
Off to the facilities way down the back. First one that I came to was the ladies, couldn’t find the Men’s. But that’s OK, no one around, but on leaving couldn’t resist the temptation to leave ALL the seats up. Perhaps that’s a gender thing too, or for the therapist in later years.
There’s a certain club captain that’s a dab hand with the BBQ those sausages were real good.
Back to the events of the day, and the arrival of the production company that is doing a feature on the GBPP run, with camera etc. Also, the arrival of others that were on the run, good to catch up with many again. What a great event that was. If there’s ever another don’t miss it. Camera man in the back seat of each Mini, interviewee in the front, interviewer in there too somehow. Soon had Cherry in the white car interviewed seemed to go forever (is that a gender thing?) then Pete, then my turn. Camera man gets in the back, I get in the drivers seat, interviewer can’t get in and stays outside. There I am being told to relax, with a camera lens stuck right up my snorer. If it gets to screen the public will see that I can grow hair even if in the wrong place. Then I get asked as the first question out what does the movie GBPP mean to me. My gaze wanders, and the mind goes into overdrive, how do I talk about the park up under the Valiant at Horopito, or the magazine in the deep south dunny, on TV? CUT! A bit of coaching on how to keep the gaze steady concentrate on the water drop on the window. Camera running again and here comes the question then the bloody drop runs down the window! CUT!
All in all not a very comfortable experience, not a very long interview, I suspect wasted footage, but If I am able to get the appreciation owed to the organisers across then something will have been achieved.
Furthest traveled prize for the day must go to Gavin all the way from his new home in Hamilton. And to those that organized it thank you once again for a great day out, your efforts are really appreciated.
Our cars are now home in bed all cleaned off, and recuperative medicine has been had. Trauma from another day out in rain almost over!
And lastly, another anecdote picked up who is the club captain that when cleaning his vehicle after returning from GBPP found a kill switch that he didn’t know was there, so on putting the baby to bed under its duvet, decided to be cautious and turn the switch off. Then a couple of weeks later was truly mystified when all attempts to start the car failed. What can be wrong, call in the brother in law more mystification, more head scratching, and then said brother in law comments that something has killed the whole electrics. Lights go on kill switch! Problem solved. And I thought I had short term memory problems!
Does anybody have any photos of the day? - Ed.