When Can We Do It Again?
28.01.2013 - 28.01.2013
I've done the Winter Trial! And we won a prize!
There have been other rallys but never anything like this. All that snow and ice. I confess I've been a bit scared at times but didn't let it show. My driver had faith in me; "come on Bianca, you can do this girl", and was kind. He's only crunched my gears a few times and we missed that post by half an inch! My wheels have spun now and again but I've only had to be pushed twice (those Czech men are tough) and it wasn't my fault. If that Porsche 911 hadn't stopped halfway up that hill in the dark I'd have got up it no problem. That Timed Test in Col de Svaty Jan village on Thursday night was frustrating; that Porsche again, stuck up another hill. I had to wait 15 minutes for his driver to get his snow chains on before I could show him how it should be done!
We've seen some weird and wonderful things such as a chap and his ancient mutt walking along a forest road pulling a trolley holding a huge circular saw; truly Hitchcock. The smiling children were lovely, though it was pretty alarming when their parents blithely pulled them on sledges along the roads during our Timed Tests. I heard my Navigator shout, "get those children out of the b*****y way," a few times. Such a worrier!
I do have a bit of a leak in my floor, had trouble with my brake lights and my speedometer seems to be doing its own thing, but nothing else. Most nights I've been tucked up in a garage with lots of pals to chat to. Being left outside wasn't much fun; I always started first time but it took me a while to warm up in those -12 degrees early morning temperatures.
My navigator has squeaked a bit and I think I've heard her crying but she lovingly polished my lights every night and I could hear her fretting she couldn't give me a wash. She's hugged and stroked me a lot. I'm not used to that. I like it.
There were a few other Volvo Amazons. One a 1972 142 (younger than me!) was really naughty. Well, the team were Irish. They had a fire, failed electrics, bonnet coming up mid-Test, into the snow, driver almost run-over. It sounded hilarious...to me! Those Porche 911 are party animals but even they were exhausted settling down come midnight when only the most poorly cars were being tended to quietly by their concerned teams. Those pre-war open cars are made of stern stuff and boy, their stories would make your mudguards curl.
I was put on a transporter for the trip home. My driver came to pick me up on Monday. He was so pleased to see me again; I think I'm really one of the family now.
I wasn't looking my best:
I'm home now, back in my garage. The other cars want to know all about it. But first I'm going to be washed in warm water and rubbed all over with a soft cloth. Then they'll put my first Winter Trial sticker in my windows; my navigator will probably shed a tear.
I think I can hear the other two members of 'MY TEAM' planning the next rally. Bring it on!