I managed to get a last minute cancellation slot for the 7th July evening slot at Donington. I haven't done an evening session before and I probably wouldn't have bothered except my good pal Matt had booked his 182 race car on the event and I wanted to go and play. I was dead happy when I got the email two days before the event saying there was a slot. I was on a teams call when the email arrived and ended up just pretending to listen to whatever was being said, nodding occasionally while I fumbled around with my wallet before I missed out.
Matt has dropped some serious cash into this build, probably around £30k over a few years. It's basically running Pure Motorsport's entire catalogue of go faster bits. ITB's, exhaust, manifold, shifter, suspension set up etc. It's running over 200BHP. Built and looked after by Charles Gates Racing, he campaigned it in the Tricolore trophy in 2018 but has since just sat in his garage gathering dust. He's the guy I bought R20 BTG from at the beginning of this thread. It was a 'one last trackday before I either decide to use it more or sell it".
I took the afternoon off work and went to pick up the rental trailer, got home and strapped the car on, loaded some tools and tyres and headed to Donington:
It was dry when I set off, but I encountered a couple of big showers on the M1 down there. It was a sign of things to come. As usual the Disco 4 towed impeccably barely even noticing the trailer on the back. Wafted down with the AC blowing nice and cold as it was quite muggy.
Got there in good time, and offloaded the cars in the paddock. There were blue clouds above us but a dark and dense looking cloud lurked in the distance:
The sighting laps started dry, but by the end of them the rain had started and there was no letting up. I'd ambitiously packed the R888R's but decided to stick with the most 'wet' orientated tyre I currently have which are the Michelin Pilot Sport Cup 2s.
Thankfully by the time the daytime crew had packed up and left, there were a few garages left so we sought refuge together until the track opened properly after the sighting laps:
Then it was time to venture out and see how she faired. I ran the damper settings I used last time in the dry, just as a starting point. 17F, 15R, tyres set at 30psi cold. I ended up leaving everything like that for the rest of the evening because a) I couldn't be arsed crawling around on a wet floor to adjust dampers 2) they actually felt OK and D) I was having too much fun.
I'd describe the first session as 'damp':
The Cup 2s felt fine in the wet. Don't know why everyone bangs on about them being crap in the wet. Once warmed up they gripped well. Two sets of passengers both commented how surprised they were with the amount of wet weather grip.
Damp turned into wet, and wet turned into very wet as the rain kept hammering down:
I saw no reason to come in so just kept lapping and lapping, the car didn't miss a bit. Oil temps 10c cooler than the last dry day, rock solid at 90c.
Had a good ding dong with an E9X M3 (nothing in it), was passing the other Clios pretty easily. Had quite a few unexpected battles with E46 M3s, Porsche 944 (who spun twice) and a nice Z4M. Not sure what tyres they were all running but hunting them down and passing them wasn't too tricky. The only thing that really gapped me big time was a Impreza which was probably the ideal car for the conditions!
The conditions got worse:
There was a definite benefit from taking the wet line around the outside of Turn 1, I was able to drive around the outside of a few people there. The run down through Craner Curves was a bit sketchy in the wet. I'd never noticed it in the dry but there's quite a noticeable dip and change in camber just before the second kerb on the right which was pitching the rear of the car around. On a number of occasions I was having to correct a slide one way into the right hander before Craner Curves only to then have to correct in the other direction going through the left hander downhill. It's scary when it happens first time, but when you get used to it and you know it's coming, and you've built up the confidence in yourself and the car's behaviour it actually becomes enjoyable. It's exactly what I needed to 'bond' with the car in the wet, having only driven it in the dry. I'm really impressed with the way it handles and the way you can provoke the rear to come round. By the end of the evening, having to add a quarter of turn of lock to correct oversteer at the top end of 4th gear became second nature rather than a shit your pants moment.
I did have one MASSIVE moment later in the evening, again down through Craner Curves. Not sure what I was thinking but I got a bit cocky and thought to myself 'I wonder how far it will go if I don't correct this slide quickly', so I delayed my reaction by what felt like a second or two, then had an almighty panic when it went one way, then the other, and ended up with a tank slapper all the way down the hill to the Old Hairpin. It felt like an eternity, I remember thinking 'I'm gonna hit that wet grass, then pirouette right into the gravel trap and it's gonna be messy and I'll have to clean it all up' but rather than give up and slam on the brakes and accept my fate I carried on battling the tank slapper and eventually caught up with it after what felt like armfuls of lock one way and the other. God knows what the marshall must have thought. I'd love to have seen it on film.
After the heart rate spike, realising I'd recovered what was probably my biggest moment so far. I was punching the air and shouting in my helmet I FUCKING LOVE THIS CAR!
There was some kind of soccer ball match on, Team GB were playing another European team in some sort of playoff for the World Series, not sure. This was great because as all the other hooligans went off to drink Stella and sing songs about 'coming home' we basically had the track to ourselves. If there was ever a 'private track day' with me and my mate this was it. It was epic.
Eventually our time was up and we returned to the paddock to load up. Big smiles and fist bumps all round. I love the feeling that you get at the end of a track day when you and some mates have been battling, everyone is back in one piece and nothing has gone wrong. This is only improved by a cold beer and a steak from the Pistenklause, but that'll have to wait until next year.
Matt proclaimed that he's not going to sell the 182 as it's just too much fun, which I'm really glad about because I'm looking forward to doing more of this.
I stuck the netball on Radio 5 Live on the way home just to see what the fuss was about. Stopped for a cheeky Burger King at the services as I was starving:
Then enjoyed a nice clear run back up the M1 with hardly any traffic because of the football:
Bliss! Evening sessions are pretty good now I've sampled one!