Cadwell Park
Walking the circuit the day before we raced here, back in the 1980s.
Sadly we failed to spot a sign with the words "watch your front end doesn't tuck in here" at Charlies - because it did and twenty odd years later (edit: 30 years - eek), I've still got the scars to prove it.
This was definitely one of the most memorable weekends of all time, partly due to the fact that we took along a bit of an entourage and in the evening before the race we went into Louth. Sadly for everyone's livers (not mine or Mr C's cos we were in some races the following day and I was driving) it was the launch weekend of Diamond White cider and they were giving huge discounts so everyone stocked up and got absolutely leathered. For a generation brought up on Woodpecker, the strength was a bit of a surprise.
During the night we heard Mark being rather "ill" in the next tent and then getting banished.
The morning came and we took the bikes for scrutineering. Then practice. Then the races. Still no sign of Mark. Then about 6 pm when we were putting the LC's on the trailer he finally showed up still looking a bit (or a lot) worse for wear. He's been asleep in a field all day. Quite how that happened with all those screaming race bikes, I will never know.
Cadwell Park was (is I guess - I've not been for years) a nice circuit and the strange thing at the time after the Mountain was that you went past someone's front gate which opened out on to the track and on the afternoon we were here, the people were doing their gardening.
PS Its not a real mountain - it just feels like one, especially when a two stroke hits the powerband just at the crest and the front wheel goes light, resulting in a wheelie.
I remember the production racing here was pretty vicious with some tosspot kicking me as I went into the hairpin.
Crazy days but a real hoot.
Cadwell Park
Walking the circuit the day before we raced here, back in the 1980s.
Sadly we failed to spot a sign with the words "watch your front end doesn't tuck in here" at Charlies - because it did and twenty odd years later (edit: 30 years - eek), I've still got the scars to prove it.
This was definitely one of the most memorable weekends of all time, partly due to the fact that we took along a bit of an entourage and in the evening before the race we went into Louth. Sadly for everyone's livers (not mine or Mr C's cos we were in some races the following day and I was driving) it was the launch weekend of Diamond White cider and they were giving huge discounts so everyone stocked up and got absolutely leathered. For a generation brought up on Woodpecker, the strength was a bit of a surprise.
During the night we heard Mark being rather "ill" in the next tent and then getting banished.
The morning came and we took the bikes for scrutineering. Then practice. Then the races. Still no sign of Mark. Then about 6 pm when we were putting the LC's on the trailer he finally showed up still looking a bit (or a lot) worse for wear. He's been asleep in a field all day. Quite how that happened with all those screaming race bikes, I will never know.
Cadwell Park was (is I guess - I've not been for years) a nice circuit and the strange thing at the time after the Mountain was that you went past someone's front gate which opened out on to the track and on the afternoon we were here, the people were doing their gardening.
PS Its not a real mountain - it just feels like one, especially when a two stroke hits the powerband just at the crest and the front wheel goes light, resulting in a wheelie.
I remember the production racing here was pretty vicious with some tosspot kicking me as I went into the hairpin.
Crazy days but a real hoot.