Round 2 - Race 2 - Donington Park - Out of the frying pan...
Race day 2; saw slightly better weather. Not raining but still cold. The race was at 10:15 so we were able to afford a slightly later arrival time at the circuit. Fortified with a banana for breakfast (food of champions), we had a 9am briefing for our next race which was going to be a handicap race.
Through a rather complicated formula each driver was positioned on the grid taking into account their performance in previous races and qualifying. This basically meant that the fastest drivers were at the back and the slowest were at the front. We were split down into 6 groups and were released at intervals, with the theory being that everyone should cross the line at the same time and would give slower racers a chance of winning. That saw me positioned mid grid in Group 3 (with a 45 second delay before I could start) as I had done rather well in the wet due to my consistency and, yes, caution!
This wasn't a great positioning for me. My peers who had been slower in the wet were equal to me in the dry so I never really stood a chance of catch them up. I'd basically shot myself in the foot!
None the less, I gave it a good try and saw very little traffic throughout the race. Unfortunately disaster struck on the final corner of the final lap. I checked my mirrors before turning in only to be confronted by flames shooting out of my engine bay. I genuinely couldn't believe what I was seeing. I pulled off immediately, hit the fire extinguisher, turned off the engine, undid my harness and did a rather ungraceful scramble backwards out of the car before rolling along the tarmac!
The marshalls ran up with their extinguishers and finished putting out the flames. I was ok and bizarrely I was unphased by the fire, but I was so frustrated with not finishing that I had tears streaming down my face! You can hear me pleading with the marshalls to push the car over the finish so that I could get my signature that I need to be able to race in Spa, but this was to no avail.
This was my first DNF. The car and I were taken back to the pits on the back of a recovery truck for the scrutineers to check over the car. Everyone was brilliant and I had so many racers come over and check on me.
At this point I also found out that if I had crossed the line (which was about 50 meters away), I would have come 16th.
We washed the fire extinguisher powder off the car and trailered her up. I was very despondent as I wasn't going to get my signature now, was facing a damaged car (again) and the certainty that I needed to cram in some marshalling to get my signature so that I could upgrade my race license.
Fortunately the Clerk of the Course took sympathy. As I had 99% completed the race in a safe manner and the fire was beyond my control he very kindly awarded me a signature which gave a silver lining to the weekend.
We trailered the car back and tucked her up in the garage to be repaired next weekend.
I would like to thank the marshalls who help put out the fire.