This year’s Japfest was awesome fun. I’ll upload all of my pictures and a write-up from the day shortly but for now enjoy this incredible AE86 that was on one of the show stands.
Sunny weather means the skid cars come out to play, and when the skid cars come out to play it means that they frequently need fixing. And so a summer of fun begins…
There are many people within the UK drift scene who change their car as often as they change their shoes, with boredom, the want for something different and inevitable damage as a result of drifting all being key factors as to why this is. However, there are some people who pick a car and soldier on with it, getting to know all of its foibles, characteristics and qualities better than anyone else could. Mark “Norfy” Norfolk has owned this Sileighty since 2010 and has overseen its transformation from a fairly basic CA18 powered UK 200SX to the misfit creation that it is today.
After all of the commotion of the first round of the BDC just a couple of weeks before I was kind of hoping for a little break from drifting. Those hopes quickly vanished after an early morning text from Car Loan 4U driver Joe Ankers informing me that he was on his way to Buxton and wondered if I’d be coming along. After making sure the weather forecast wasn’t reading “torrential downpours” like it did last time I ventured up to the Ring of Steel, I thought it’d be worth a visit. So much for a break, eh?
So, months of hype, preparation and rumour mill running had come to this: finals day at round 1 of the 2013 BDC. With Super-Pro qualifying having been postponed until Sunday afternoon it was definitely going to be a hectic day, although I’m sure the spectators were pleased with the serious amount of high quality drifting they got to watch in the bask of the rarely present British sunshine.
Friday may have been chilled but Saturday at Round 1 of the 2013 BDC was all action. With two practice sessions and qualifying to get through it was time for everyone to put their game face on and get serious. It also meant that I was constantly running around the pits and track trying to get the shots I needed while catching up with mates, team mates and others that I’d been meaning to speak to. As predicted, Friday night at the hotel hadn’t been the quietest of evenings either but hey, what else would you expect from a bunch of rowdy Irish guys, a couple of Englishmen and a bar that stayed open as long as they liked!?