It's terrifying. That's what it is. You strap into a vehicle armed with anywhere north of 600 horse power and compete in a sport where you're allowed, nay, encouraged, to drive into other cars. You ask me what it feels like to drive in BriSCA F1 and there is your answer.
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I got out of the shower Monday morning counting the bruises and aches that come with a weekend of heavy stock car racing. I sat down, opened my laptop and was pleased to read on one of the many websites covering our sport, that these bruises were not mine. I was not suffering after an enjoyable weekend at the races, and that the trophy I'd hugged – with an affection that no child of mine could ever hope to receive – was not destined for my shelf.
So, my first weekend in the heady heights of BriSCA F1 is now over. Time to reflect, reminisce and learn, ready for the Skegness Speed Weekend in a months time.
I got to meet my new car for the season, new competitors, new style of racing and lots of new people.
The first new person I met was Miss Brassique. She was sent by Kunstvoller as a representative, to make sure I was doing my job. Baby sitting I think she called it. Many of you will be familiar with Miss Brassique from Twitter. And for those of you that aren't, she's not difficult to find. She is also exactly the sort of person you'd expect a Kunstvoller representative to be, and here she was on her first away mission, armed with nothing more than a pair of uncomfortable shoes and an iPad.
This year I get to race in BriSCA F1 and I have to say, I haven't been this pant wetting-ly excited about the prospect of racing for quite a while!
Lots of people have been asking questions about It, and I thought the best thing to do is write a blog that covers my feelings at this precise moment.
Firstly, why F1 Stockcars. There are lots of reasons why I chose F1 Stockcars and here, in no particular order, they are:-