Bangers and Metal

So last weekend we shoved a bunch of goons (of the French, Jolly Blogger and Sath Ifrikan types) in a car and headed for the hills, to drink rough cider and watch cars smash into each other, aka 'Banger Racing'.
I'd meant to go last year, but timetabling issues (mainly boyfriend goon's employers insisting on sending him to the US at inconvenient intervals) failed me, so I was a banger virgin.

I'd heard a lot about the bangers from other goons, and I was praying I wouldn't be disappointed as it sounded great. So us and a car half-full of normal people headed off to the wilds, unfortunately the person who knew the way was in the car following, fortunately Jolly Buffon has map-reading skillz, so I could just sit happily in the back and annoy everyone by shrieking along to French goon's 'Best of Girls Aloud' CD, and take the piss out of Ka's with pink alloys.

We got there fine, the racetrack is in a very picturesque place, so we all admired some fields, some trees, hills and more fields, all highlighted beautifully by early Spring sunshine.
Then the racing started. And wow, it was everything I'd been promised and more! The smell alone was beautiful - a mixture of burning rubber, oil, over revved engines, locking brakes, and overheated, at-breaking-point assorted car parts.


I was a bit suprised by just how tiny the track was, considering the next day's racing was 'Limos and Hearses'. We got bangers, hot rods and stock cars when we went, though unfortunately no Robin Reliants, which tip over when just going in straight lines, so figure they'd be awesome in a banger race.


Fairly shortly, there were more rookie bangers off in the middle of the track than on:





After jumping up and down and getting overexcited at crashes, (yup, far too excited to remember to take any pics, sorry) we refuelled (ok, I wasn't all that fussy on the local liquified rotten apples, so I stuck to the whisky) and went to look at the pits.

There were some quite smushed cars:




And some awesome repairs going on:



even better:




Basically, a great day was had by all, we learnt that you DO NOT want French goon's support, as not one car he picked finished a race, and that rolling down Somerset hills whilst off your face on whisky and motor oil fumes (me and Charliecat) is great fun. I do have some more pics somewhere, so may add these later.

Amen