The annual pilgrimage to Nurburgring. Overall, a great trip, but not without its issues.
I was on the whole, fairly prepared for this trip, having put a bit of time into the car post Cadwell to make sure it was ready to go.
Friday - headed down to the unit to finalise my packing, and when I say finalise, I actually mean start it.
The Megane was still sat on the 4 post ramp, and neither trailer or tow car was loaded up. I opted to go for the minimalistic approach this time round, packing spare tyres, a jack, and my trackday tool grab bag.
By now, you’re probably all getting fed up of seeing the trailer, but I don’t care cus I think it looks mint.
I departed for the 2.5 hour journey to Hull around midday, and arrived at the boat 4.5 hours later - Friday traffic really is the worst.
(Ignore the TPMS warning)
After the debacle last year with my mate not being allowed to travel, I was feeling pretty anxious queuing up for passport control. Everything did go smoothly, and I was soon loaded and sat at the bar.
Some poor sods happened to arrive 7 minutes after the closing time, and were swiftly sent on their ways
Saturday morning
A decent nights sleep on the boat this time, with the exception of some pissed up silly bint running up and down the sleeping quarters shouting AARONNNNNNN at the top of her lungs at 2am.
Passport control on the Rotterdam side always seems to take forever since Brexit #perks but this did give an opportunity to perve on the other motors in the queue, namely:
My travelling companion had managed to get through the boarder really quickly compared to me, so we met up at a small truck fuelling station to just go around the cars and make sure wheels were tight and tyres had the correct air
The drive from Rotterdam seemed to take an age this time, but by 3pm, we were driving passed the ring sign
We unloaded and headed to Brunchen to watch the end of the RCN race from that day.
By 6pm, I’d accidentally ended up on track in the tow car
More to follow shortly