3 May 2010
Pembrey 2010
Off to Wales we went (with my mum). En-route we met “Big Tone” at a service station completely by accident and he was already looking a bit worried.
We then took a major diversion through the welsh countryside thank to our SatNav having a “well I don’t know where you are now, never mind how to get wherever you need to go” moment. It was very scenic – we nearly ran 2 goats over who were wandering down the lane (not a road as it wasn’t wide enough), we met some locals (very cross looking as they had to reverse up some steep banks to let us and the cazza through) and a lovely local farmer in his tractor waiting patiently to let (bloomin’ townies) pass safely.
Eventually we arrived at Pembrey circuit. We pitched up on the grass area and it was a little wet underfoot from earlier rain but otherwise not too bad weather wise. Mr Fish instructed us of the planned parking arrangements and once we had parked up the unpacking began. We all helped install the awning and then I left the boys to unpack the bikes etc while i unpacked the cazza. Once we were all installed correctly and fed nicely it was a glass of wine in hand and a nice social chat outside team Gibson’s gazebo until time to get some sleep before the practice day.
We awoke to sunshine through the window but it was quite cold and there was rain threatening. The Friday practice day then unfolded without too many drama’s but lots of sessions throughout the day in an attempt to try and learn the track. A few light rain showers throughout the day provided some moments of caution but generally the track stayed dry. Once the last session was over the Fish, Kev and the bikes all headed off to scrutineering and passed without any problems (except the annoyingly arrogant superteens!). There was more caravan shuffling as Gazz Button arrived (to be pit bitch to Fish) for the weekend.
The bikes were then put to bed and we went to walk the track with “Big Tone” and there were long discussions about each corner. When we returned to the caravan to warm up we decided it was time to eat. The plan was spaghetti Bolognese again but I realised the sauce was sitting at home in the cupboard so luckily Jane lent us a jar of fajita sauce to put with the mince – it kind of worked in a weird way ! A quick wander around the paddock to speak to more YPMers and an early night was needed.
On Saturday morning we had more sunshine and rain clouds passing around us but nothing too bad although the wind was quite cold. The fourth session of the warm ups saw the YPMers out on a rapidly drying track for a quick shake down. Kev seemed quite happy so no need to tinker with Daphne (the white thing) at the moment.
Further supported in the form of the ever dependable Gazz and Fi then arrived during race 1 so i had to cross the track to get them their tickets and then cross again to get back to the paddock with only a few minutes to spare before Kev went out.
Race 4, just before lunch saw the YPM racers line up on the grid. They all flew off to the hairpin at turn 1 and thankfully all got around. Kev finished in 20th but was pleased to have at least completed the race unscathed. There were 3 non finishers – Poor Moose again, Rookie Ryan (both pulled in before the start with mechanical problems) and Mungo who had a flat rear tyre on lap 4. So the bike was prepped for race 8 later that afternoon. Gazz Button was on top of it all as chief pit bitch and made sure Fish and Kev both had fuel, tyre warmers, etc, etc. After a supernoodle lunch Kev watched a few of the other racers to check their lines through the corners.
Just before 4pm the YPM’s next race was underway. Unfortunately as he finished 20th Kev was starting the race on the inside line, not much fun in the bun fight into turn 1. But he got round ok and otherwise looked comfortable on the bike, again finishing in 20th meaning he’d still be on the inside line the next day. Meanwhile Mr Fishwick started in 5th and finished in 3rd.
The boys came in and the bikes were tucked up for the night. Both Kev and Fish seemed quite happy as they had a celebratory drink. The presentations were planned for 6.30pm and as we entered the bar/restaurant the celebrations were already underway. With approximately 300 people in a very small space the heat was almost unbearable. We clapped and whooped as Mr Fish, Jamie Cooper and Mike Smith collected their trophies and were pleasantly surprised when Kev won the Norfolk Line spot prize – again! Another £30 in the pot.
As it was my mum’s birthday the following day we had invited the YPMers to join us for a drink or 2 to celebrate. We returned to the cazza and Kev cooked up the burgers on the BBQ which were gladly eaten and then Nellie and Carol arrived with a bottle and 2 glasses. Closely followed by Gazz Button and Den, Mr Fish and Sharon and even Steve came in for a quick drink. Thanks to everyone who made it a really good evening. And as for Gazz Button, I now know so much more about you than I ever thought I needed to, thanks for the entertainment.
After a late night an early morning bought a cloudy start but the sun did shine through eventually. The very brief warm up proceeded without problems. And we were ready for the racing to begin. Gazz and Fi arrived having stayed at a local B&B overnight, ready to take some more blinding pictures.
Starting from 20th again Kev started well but had to come in on lap 2 with fuel starvation problems. He wasn’t a happy bunny but did watch the remainder of the race from the bank. A coming together on lap 2 meant that Mungo had no break leaver to on the bike so had a large off but he was ok, just a dented tank and a battered faring. Once Mr Fish had finished in 3rd again and returned to the paddock Button was on the case of the fuel problem. After diagnostics were carried out (with Gazz covered in petrol and even drinking some!) they decided to replace the fuel filter, and pipe which was possibly kinking when the tank was on. The bike (Daphne) was restarted and left running for hours as everyone forgot to turn her off again!
For her birthday my mum cooked us all a full English breakfast which we ate around lunchtime. The next task was to start packing up so that we could leave ASAP after the race. Kev then disappeared and left me to clear up. When he arrived we had removed the awning, lots of boxes and started packing the van. He then came and removed everything as they were in the wrong place, so I left him to re-pack. Although Fish and I kept bringing him more stuff and telling him to hurry it up!
I packed up the cazza as much as possible and turned everything off before the next race (race 14). Starting at the back of the grid in 22nd place Kev finished in 19th. Off the line he went up to 20th by the 1st corner and then over the next few laps he passed Kevin Marshall and then he kept his brother Steve in his sights for several laps before settling in to get his signature. So only 1 signature to go and the orange rookie vest can go! Meanwhile Mr Fishwick spent a while leading the race but finished in 3rd behind Jamie Cooper and Michael Smith. A good race all round though with no DNFs throughout the field, although Mike Smith did have a grass moment and rejoined further down the field.
Having got out of their leathers the boys finished the packing up, hooked up the cazza’s and we pushed each others vans out of the muddy paddock. All we then had to do was our farewells and await a break in the racing so that we could cross the track and head off towards the M4 and the long journey home.
Again commiserations to Moose this weekend, fingers crossed for Brands GP mate. Congratulations to Mr Fishwick on 3 thirds and a fourth this weekend, well done sir. Thanks to Mum, Gazz and Fi for all the support (as always). Well done to “Big Tone” – 4 races and 4 finishes, try to relax a bit now.






We had to leave about 2pm as we had two very well behaved, but bored kids who had no idea what the conversations were about – even I struggled sometimes (tyres/costs per meeting/amount of laps/rookie vs clubman vs YPM championchips/Powervalve vs TDR vs LC vs TZR/ crashes/ Mike Smiths ebay bidding via Rob Banyard – most of which were not for a child’s ears I might add!).