Krispmasy Kreme meet

That’s it, the last outing of the year for us all. We are almost back to where we started, eating doughnuts in New Malden! A chilly December morning wasn’t likely to bring out many American cars to the Krispy Kreme diner off the A3, but there was enough to keep us busy…..drinking coffee and eating sweet snacks.





After a chat I ventured outside into the freezing carpark to check out who’d made it there, it was a Mustang-athon with half a dozen of them parked up.









Back inside David and Matt had arrived and another dozen was ordered as Lily got to grips with this walking lark.





With the time getting on and being stuffed we headed outside as the stragglers left, the heavy right foot exits of the last few visits gone. With a few hundred horsepower and some very slick roads (Our lowly Passat could have performed a rolling burnout!)







Its been another bumper year for us, the old air-cooleds have had less trips than I would like, but hopefully 2012 will see us all out far more.

Steve.

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Festive fun at Bracknell

After Novembers great meeting, hopes were high for the Christmas one, with the offer of Mulled Wine and nibbles it was a meet not to be missed. Rolling in to the car park, rain hammering down were weren't convinced. But over 20 LTV cars and vans and almost 15 from the local water cooled club, Berkshire Dubbers, it was amazing and proof that good advertising and some positive input from a motivated team really does work.



Under the club gazebo a pair of tables heaved with mulled wine, mincepies, cakes and savoury snacks, perfect for a chilly afternoon.



A few people had added some festive fancy dress!



Big kids!


Pab won the "Snow'n'Shine" for this amazing slot car track in the back of a camper, it kept the kids and adults amused all afternoon.



Once again there was a really good mix of old and new, air and water.







Big horsepower, light weight Rocco.



My poor camera battery gave up so the rest are from my phone, cold, wet and forgetting to charge them didn't help!



The riff raff were kept behind bars!



Lily improved her driving skills behind the wheel of Pabs bay.



With yet more rain and the fact it was really cold by now we headed home. From a really poor start in January, through some lean months the Bracknell meet has finally turned the corner. Two great and well attended meets in a row, roll on 2012, lets keep this going.

Steve.

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Very damp toy run

Unlike in previous years, the Dr Barnardo's Biker Toy Run was a bit of a wash out for us. Because of the festive Bracknell meet we could only catch the start at Foster Wheeler where 1500 bikers and 2000 people gather before the cruise down to Wokingham to deliver the presents. Sadly from the moment we got there the heavens had opened and a mixture of drizzle and downpours meant we only had a brief walk round. There were still some spectacular fancy dress efforts on show though.





In the lower car park the marshals gathered along with some of the bigger groups. We bumped into a work colleague of Kims who was busy waving riders into place.







In the top carpark more biker, trikes and quads were lined up. Santas were everywhere.







Sadly with the rain getting heavier we bailed out, I don't envy the riders standing around in the cold and wet before squelching across town. But once again they all did sterling work. By mid afternoon when the run was due in to Wokingham the rain had stopped and the sun was out. So hopefully the display at the school was a success.

Steve.

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Autumnal Dubs

The future is bright, the future is Volkswagen coloured! For many months the Bracknell meets of the London & Thames Valley VW Club have been pretty poor, bad weather, clashes with weekend shows and general apathy have meant the turnout has been small and in some cases non existent. The club is currently under going a bit of a revamp following the recent AGM where a new team stepped in to try and breath some life into it. Along with a new Chairman, several former team members have returned to help push the club forwards and together with a few existing ones and some brand new people it is hoped that the past can be left where it should be, far behind us. The first local meet at South Hill Park following the AGM was today and wow, what a turn out.



We rolled in to be faced with loads of Campers and Beetles already parked and they just kept coming in. As is usual at any gathering of old Dubs, somebody had to have a decklid up and be tinkering. Alan was tweaking the carb on his £400 1303 with the help of the other club members.



Campers seemed to be the order of the day, with several Spilts and Bays turning up.





But there were a few others there to break up the van line ups.





LTV is open to anything with a VW badge on, air or water, old or new.







With a nip in the air, beer was off the menu and coffees on as we struggled to keep warm, a month before we had been in t-shirts on the seafront at Brighton, now thermals were needed!





With the light fading and feet getting cold we packed up and headed home, Lily taking the wheel for the last part of the trip (the bit with the engine off on the drive at home!)



In the end I counted over 20 vehicles and maybe 50 people, a fantastic turnout and good sign for the future. The rest of the photos can be found here.

Steve.

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Getting muddy in the forest

The last couple of years I’ve been blogging about blue skies and sunshine on the Tempest Rally in Hampshire, this year was a little different, the week before had been a mixture of rain and cold and the day before the event several roads near us were flooded out. So I went to bed on Friday with a rain check for Saturdays action, a poorly Lily meant very little sleep but come 7am it was dry, overcast, grey, miserable looking, but not raining. So I saddled up and headed out. Following on from last years discovery that its not actually that hard to see some forest action I headed for the same spot and parked up. The crowd pushing through the bracken pointed the way and soon I was standing on the inside of a hairpin, a ribbon of rutted gravel track encircling me and the rest of the crowd, the whistles blew and the rally was underway.



The 2WD crews were first through, MK1 and 2 Escorts, modern Fiestas and Peugeot 205s sped past spraying gravel around, this was more like it, far better than the detached views you get at the Arena stages.









With the last cars through it was time to head over to the service park, the stage may be a bit far away compared to what I had just seen, but it’s the perfect opportunity to see the cars up close and muddy, wheels off, mechanics rushing round and drivers relaxing for a few minutes before the off. Like club racing at Castle Combe its very open, provided you don’t get in the way teams seem happy for spectators to wander freely around soaking up the atmosphere.











After service the 2WDs ran the Arena stage, two laps of the area that houses the mighty Wheels Day on Good Friday.





Then it was back into service for the 4WD crews. Flame spitting WRC style cars, Imprezas both old and new as well as some Focus and an old Escort Cosworth.











I wandered back to the stage to catch the first few cars through before heading back to the forests again.









Back in the muddy forest there was a short delay to the 4WD start. The beauty of this modern age of communication is being able to get the information straight away. The first time I came to the rally a few years ago I had to wait till I got home to get any news. This year via Facebook and the events website running on my Galaxy S I was able to keep up to date with it all, even asking the people back in HQ a few question from the field. Soon though the quiet of the woods was shattered by the ear splitting noise of anti-lag systems, gravel flew and spits of flame shot out as the big boys came past. Standing on the inside of a left hander raised several feet above track I could have reached out and touched some of the cars with the end of my lens if they hadn’t been flying by so fast.



After a bit I moved back to the corner I first started at, the hairpin.











The last few vehicles through are the Land Rovers of the armed forces, the white lumbering 4x4s leaning over as the crews worked the wheel, bouncing across the rutted track. Unfortunately, following a previous close call, one of the Landies did clip the rut quite fast and the inevitable happened.





Quick as a flash the watching public, many of them in military fatigues rushed out to right the stricken crew.







The team left in a cloud of white smoke and were even able to help pull a fellow competitors car out of the stage. The crew were unharmed and finished, it was 2nd and last but they didn’t give up despite the battering they took.

And that was it, with the stages running up to 30 minutes behind and thhttp://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gife nearest stage not due to start until it was almost dark I headed for home. Another brilliant days action, getting out in the stages was fun, next year I need to get over to the Yateley stage as well.

The rest of the muddy shots are here.

Steve.

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