Any excuse for a trackday

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What’s more important: a cousin’s wedding; or the chance to drive a Gallardo?

These days, pretty much any time I find myself spending a weekend South of, say, Manchester, I have to consider the possibility of squeezing in a bit of track time while I’m there. When you live so far out of reach of most UK race circuits, you’ve got to take the opportunities as and when they arise. This time, one of my cousins is getting married in July. :)

Her parents are from the Warwick area, so I promptly got onto BMRC.co.uk and then Google Maps to check out the local venues. Looks like Silverstone and Mallory Park are the closest, at 35 miles and 38 miles respectively. Silverstone, as you’d expect, is hosting a race that weekend (for BARC). Mallory, on the other hand, looks like a possibility, as it’s booked out by Everyman Racing, a driving experience specialist. Sadly, they’re not a trackday company at all, but they do have a Gallardo experience in their brochure. A snip at £99 for 7 miles of driving.

:-O

Ridiculous as that price may be, I’m still considering it. If it’s the cheapest way I’ll get to drive a Gallardo, then maybe I’ll do it. Need to do a bit of shopping around first, though.

Update: Bugger. Turns out I was looking at Mallory’s 2006 calendar. As it is, Superbikes are on that weekend instead. That, however, might not be such a bad thing. Never been to a bike race before... :)

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