Well it’s been a while!......

.... Since I’ve had a go at bump starting the old blog again...

To be fair there has been a good amount for me to harp on about this season, but consider yourselves lucky as I’m not going to dredge back into the season, whine about the problems and gloat about the successes. So I’m not going to mention anything about the run of podiums we’ve had...

Neatly that run took a break at the last round at Knockhill [known affectionately to some as Jockhell – me NOT one of them]
It seems to becoming a traditionally eventful trip to Scotland and weather always seems to play its part.

Apparently in 2006 [I wasn’t there to verify this] people in the paddock talk about that year as if it was a mythical and wondrous time. With scorching temperatures, no rain, and a bright yellow light in the sky that gave heat and made your skin go a bronze colour!

After the flooding of last year, when ironically there was hosepipe ban!?! And the heavy showers this year I think people are either making it up. Or they’ve become delusional, after running out of dry footwear/socks, and suffering from either trench-foot or hoof-rot.

Personally I enjoy the place; for sure I would be happier if it didn’t take about six hours to get there maybe some cargo planes can be chartered for next year? The track although small has got a real character to it and the race fans that make the trip are certainly keen and committed. Almost as a confirmation of Charles Darwin’s evolution theory some have adapted over time to the “different environment” of knockhill [see the photo above].

Talking of evolution I’ve finally managed to get rid of a pair of “Cankles” I’d developed. In case you don’t know what a Cankle is, it’s when a person’s CAlf merges with their aNKLE – often seen on people who have been challenged in the weight department.
For me it was a combination of impaling my right leg on a fence when out running [long story] and after getting a wasp up my left trouser leg left me with one calf with fluid [and stitches] and the other swollen.

Now I cut I slight figure! And having been described as “narrow gutted” by a former work-mate you can imagine it wasn’t a good look. Alas the story has a happy ending as both legs are back to normal, twig like size. But I have been left with a 5inch scar and in the words of Bart Simpson, apparently “Chicks dig scars” so it aint all bad.

And that’s the end of this blog...

I hope you enjoyed it. If not I can only apologise, as that’s a few minutes of your life you won’t get back!!

Until next time....

Ta ta,

TT#21