September 16th 2012
The
FIA European Finals was Your Reporter's fourth weekend in five at the
track. You might be forgiven for thinking that I was totally fed-up
with drag racing by then, but actually I went into the race relaxed and
looking forward to another four days of hard work.
So
what was the trick? What started the process for me was attending the
Run What You Brung, VW Action and Peak Performance Day the weekend
before the Finals. With our coverage commitment very light on this
weekend I could just please myself and what a leisurely weekend I had.
If I fancied taking pictures then I took pictures (although I'll come
back to that). If I fancied sitting and watching then I sat and
watched. If I fancied wandering around the pits or visiting the Café
for a twelve-inch hot dog then I wandered around the pits or visited
the Café. To be at the track without the pressure of live coverage was
a perfect tonic after the very busy weekends at Hockenheim and Tierp,
and not for the first time I fell in love with the sport all over
again. Saturday's RWYB gave way to the very enjoyable VW Action night
session which also featured the Supercharged Outlaws, a class I adore,
and the atmosphere that evening was excellent - I have said before and
will likely say again that for atmosphere you can't beat a VW event.
It's just one huge party, it's the law. Sunday's Peak Performance Day
was a more serious affair but still very enjoyable.
Speaking of
falling in love, I suspect that Kirstie has fallen head over heels with
my pride and joy, a Nikon D3100 camera acquired as part of a
sponsorship deal with Landmeco. As regular readers will recall,
Kirstie's camera failed at Hockenheim and our good friend Markus Munch
came to the rescue there. At Tierp I lent Kirstie my D3100 and she gave
it back only reluctantly after prducing pictures of such quality that
you would have thought that she had always been using the thing.
In
the meantime our US Correspondent Ed O'Connell, upon hearing of the
failure of Kirstie's camera at Hockenheim, parcelled up his spare Nikon
body and lenses and air-mailed them across the Atlantic to us - how
about that for friendship - but the gentlemen of HM Customs and Excise,
who obviously didn't know who we are, retained the parcel until a hefty
duty fee had been paid. In fact they took a very long time to bother
telling us that they had the parcel and to demand the money. With my
point-and-shoot camera out on loan Kirstie and I had one serious camera
between us at the pre-Finals test weekend. It was all handled in the
proper manner though, i.e. I did what Kirstie told me. We took turns
with the camera and the only debate was over who photographed the
Saturday night racing session; Kirstie won that particular battle of
wills and there was a sound like velcro separating as I surrendered the
camera to her that evening.
I had a day at home (although Mrs
Tog wondered aloud why I didn't just stay at the track after the test
weekend) and then drove back up to Santa Pod Raceway on the Tuesday,
arriving just as the kettle boiled in the Barn. A number of the SPRC
marshals were already there - in fact I don't think some of them had
gone home since the weekend - and they were cheerfully busying
themselves with various tasks from painting the start line area to
changing bulbs on the scoreboard, pitting racers who were turning up
very early, running the sweepers around the facility and so on.
Freshly-painted start line
I
am not a big believer in standing watching others work, a peculiarly
British phenomenon, but sometimes I think that the public should be
invited in to Santa Pod just before a big event to see all the work
which goes on, a lot of it by volunteers taking time off from their day
jobs. The office was similarly a hive of activity. I ran the webcam for
a few hours so that people could catch a glimpse of the work in
progress and I played some of Gilbert and Sullivan's finest as a
soundtrack. The latter inevitably generated some comment from the
philistines amongst our viewership.
One very early and equally welcome arrival was the advance guard of the
Andersen Racing Top Fuel Dragster team who have been much-missed this
year. It was nice to have the time to shoot the breeze with Karsten
Andersen; after a short while Rune Fjeld appeared and there was some
very enjoyable banter between the pair of them including a
superbly-worded cadge of a can of Danish beer by Rune. All of this was,
of course, taking place in glorious weather which helped the relaxed
air.
The Andersen Racing Top Fuel Dragster team arrived at Santa Pod on the Tuesday of Finals week
With Kirstie on her day job on the Wednesday it was down to Your
Reporter to photograph the Pro Racer Test and Tune, so that was the day
upon which my photographic skills, such as they are, deserted me. I
don't photograph that often but you have days at the track when you get
the shot even if you're not looking at the camera when you point it,
but you also have days when you do everything correctly but the shots
just don't work. The Test and Tune started in Column B and there was a
lot of bad language. Cars and bikes were off-centre, I left it too late
so that they spilled out of frame etc. After lunch I moved from the
left lane to the right, because as the sun passes over the track the
light goes from one lane to the other, and the photography picked up
some from then on. It seems that I am a better photographer when
vehicles are going left to right than I am when they are going right to
left. These Test Days tend to be quite laid-back with some gaps between
vehicles so it was a leisurely affair, again in nice weather.