3 weeks ago I headed off, from a fantastic Holiday in Kenya, to the other side of the world for a race named after a country it doesn’t visit. But EVERYONE knows what the Dakar is and what it means for each and every single competitor and employee of the rally – The Greatest Adventure in the World.

 

New Year is about new ambitions, new goals, new excitements and attacking it with positive mental attitude so when your sent away from your friends and family in the high of the festive season to a far off land, that sort of energy can be hard to find.

Certainly 12 months ago, when I was sat 400kms away from where I am now I was sad, scared, lonely and afraid, I was embarking on my first Dakar. Looking back I wasn’t very happy throughout the 2 week event and vowed that I would never come back! So why am I now in Mar Del Plata?

When I was asked to work at the Indian Grand Prix alongside my father I was hugely excited. I have worked in F1 many times, mainly for Force India, but the prospect of working with Dad was really exciting. It would be a first, on the first Indian GP but I wasn’t aware just how many more firsts I would be adding over the weekend.

Well the Silverstone Marathon is over, and its been quite enlightening really, First was the SnoozeBox revalation at the LMS and then followed an very different role at a very different Endurance event.

 

What do Oschersleben , Spa and Marrakech have in common?

Its been a pretty mental few months since i last wrote on my feelings from Le Mans. WTCC, LMS, F3 Euro Series, Britcar, Kartmasters, Ma5da and Dakar have been taking up my time! I even had a chance to sail at Cowes 

I had 2 ambitions this year, to work at Le Mans and the British Grand Prix. Up until about 3 weeks ago it was looking as though I would fulfil neither. WTCC, Dakar, LMS and a few other odds and sod had filled most weekends but not those.

 

The last 3 weeks have been a bit crazy hence the lack of blog-age. SORRY!

As a kid I always struggled to connect to Volkswagen, My granny had a Mk1 Polo while my mum swore by her Golfs’, in fact every single mother I knew seemed to parade around in the same, Blue Mk4-5. Come the time to get a first car and my female friends all went for 2nd hand, green Polo’s while the mothers were making sure their shopping runs could go indiscreetly with a popular switch too grey, only the number plate as a clue to their identity.

 

The dye was cast a few week before. A quick text to Martin Haven went something like this: ‘I hear your driving to Zolder for the WTCC this year, good choice, when you getting to the tunnel?’ It was soon established that he was initially booked 2 hours after I would arrive at the terminal. A lonely drive I thought.