Writing is not my only passion.
I love motorsport too.
One of my earliest memories of playing with my brother is with cars. I can clearly remember arguing over who was going to be Allan Moffat, one of the best known racing drivers of the day.
I grew up watching motorsport on the TV. My father followed the blue oval (Ford), but I discovered the talents of Peter Brock and became a Holden girl. Even today, when there are Nissan’s and Volvo’s racing in the V8 Supercar Championship, the followers generally fall into one of two camps – the red of Holden or the blue of Ford. For many years they were the only marques that were in the main game, so you had to pick one!
For me that began to change in 2013 when my favourite drivers – Rick and Todd Kelly – signed a deal with Nissan and defected from Holden. I say defected, because that’s how it felt. I actually cried.
But not for long.
Faced with the choice of changing drivers or changing marques, I rapidly realised I was more interested in the fortunes of the drivers. If they changed from Holden, then I would too. Whether I would have made the same decision if they’d moved to Ford is a question I really don’t want to explore...
Tomorrow will see me getting out of bed at an unmentionable time and making the trek up the Midlands Highway to our state's best track – Symmons Plains. I will reveal in the joy that is the pit garage tour (comes with my membership), and spend the rest of the day getting too hot in the sun, and then too cold in the wind, as I enjoy the racing and all that goes with it.
Getting trackside is the best thing about motorsport. Those who have only seen it on TV really don’t get the full impact of the event, and I can understand why they would think it boring. It’s not just the visual spectacle of these incredible machines (I love it when they corner on three wheels), but the sound of the engines and squealing tyres, and the smell of the hot brakes and the exhaust fumes. Yes, I said the fumes, and this is why -
It smells like wine.
No kidding - it really does! The V8 Supercars use a special ethanol blend that is made from the inedible part of sugarcane, and it gives the fumes a real fruity scent that reminds me of wine. It’s quite bizarre to smell when you're sitting watching car race around a track, and threw me at first, but it adds to the whole exciting package.
I also love hanging around the back of the pits. Drivers, team owners, pit crews, and media personnel all wander around and are mostly approachable. It is in the pits that I have slowly built up knowledge of what goes on behind the scenes at a top level race meet; knowledge I will one day use it in a book.
So, tomorrow I will spend a day in something approaching heaven - as I define it. I hope you have a passion for something too, and you keep your passion burning.
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