Goodwood Revival. I’ve been maybe four or five times before and two things have never happened to me when I’ve gone, both of which happened this time. Number one, it rained, monsoonal rain of biblical proportions. Number two, I managed to make it all the way to the Revival in my Porsche. This, bizarrely, despite owning a Porsche of one flavour or another for each of my visits, has singly failed to occur, due to breakdowns before the day, or problems on the day.
But not this time! This time, I managed to make it the whole way down and the whole way back in the same Porsche that I started the day in, along with my very patient wife, Julia, and my even more patient daughter, Freya who, along with her very tall boyfriend, Weston, managed to concertina themselves into the back of the 912.
Yes, the short-wheelbase 912! Weston, at well over 6-foot tall, had his knees around his ears, but champagne for the backseat brigade all helped the day go swimmingly, including one bottle opened by the driver while stuck in the usual traffic jam outside the circuit.
And what a day, a brilliant introduction to car racing for Freya and Weston, who had never seen cars going round and round in the hammering rain before. It is a blast, even in the wet, but not as much fun as it is in the sunshine. It is a brilliant day. Even Jules, not the most avid petrolhead, loves it, now having gone three times with me. I might even get her along for a fourth sometime! Having my early car parking ticket go on the missing list before the day meant there were a few heart in mouth moments when I thought that the 912, having done so well, was going to get turned back by the stewards, but some deft driving and good talking got us close to the action without having a massive walk through the pouring rain!
It was a great day, everyone had a ball, and the car behaved itself impeccably until the battery went dead after a quick pub dinner. Many thanks to the two chaps in the car park who were chatting to Weston about the 912 who then gave me a battery to hook up to so she roared to life again. Good car.
Good car, which is now back at Fenn Lane having another go at fixing the exhaust which had started leaking again (sigh), and the problem with the battery and a few other irritating things sorted out. I was going to sell it (again), but (again) I seem to have decided to fix the irritations and keep it. Although, if anyone wanted to make me a good offer, I have my eye on a GT3… Madness they say.
Model 912 Year 1967 Acquired November 2014