Grace, Pace and Bankruptcy – Racing an XJ-S

Here’s one from the archives, originally printed in 2006 in Classics Monthly magazine, but now with a short update at the end.

The original target – to be on the grid at Silverstone in a classic V12 racing car for less than £3000.

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This lovely XJ-S had absolutely no idea what was just about to happen to it!
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SUmptious interior, silent running, superb comfort. All about to be ripped out in the name of speed.

A full English breakfast sits before me as I stare out the window daydreaming about the great races of yesteryear. Last night on telly they showed a touring car race from the 60’s and the sight of Lotus Cortinas two abreast into Graham Hill bend at Brands Hatch was amazing. Even more stunning was Tom Walkinshaws qualifying lap at Bathurst in the 70’s, my god that man had no fear, cresting a blind left hander on two wheels at full power!
At that moment I had a revelation. I could actually go racing myself, ok, not F1 but certainly race a classic and evoke the atmosphere of those great days. By Jiminy, I’m going to do it. And do it in a V12 Jaguar, no less, armed with several spare weekends and an old cantilever tool box. What could possibly go wrong?

I was pleased to discover that some cunning chaps at the Jaguar Enthusiasts Club (JEC) had designed a race series for XJ-Ss. I have always fancied an XJ-S ever since I saw Joanna Lumley in one. The mission statement for the series is to allow enthusiasts to race their own cars for a sensible budget and above all ‘To have fun’. I like that.

Estimated costs of racing a V12 on a tight budget.
Estimated costs of racing a V12 on a tight budget.

I downloaded the race regulations before doing anything dangerous, I cant stress enough how important this was. There are classes for standard cars (both V12 and for 6 cylinder), that keep costs down, and classes for modified cars, which don’t. This is sound thinking, the car already has great handling, good brakes (when cool!) and, of course lots of power. Importantly it also has a very strong and stiff shell, which keeps the suspension working properly and means that you are (relatively) safe in most forms of popular motor sport accident. Class F for ‘Standard V12 5.3/6.0 Litre’ was the cheapest one for me. I am nothing if not cheap.

I took a deep breath and joined the club, registered for the championship and put an application in for the first race at Silverstone. The countdown begins..

12 weeks to go.

Modifications.
The absolute minimum spec for race preparation involves little more than painting the tow bracket yellow, fitting a race harness, fire extinguisher and putting a sticker on the door announcing ‘ignition on steering column’! but you cannot just take a road car, fling it around a track and expect it not to break, because it will, probably by not braking…
It became clear that I could make a good solid basic (back of the grid!) race-car by doing the following modifications:dampers400 brake400 bearings400 ext400 exhaust400

Uprated brake pads and fluid to combat fade at very high temperatures.
Large air intake, standard has restrictive venturi.
Remove centre exhaust silencer.
Race engine oil to hold it all together at 6500rpm.
Improved cooling, standard is marginal.
Adjustable front dampers to firm things up a bit.
Remove as much weight as I can within the rules.
Use the series control Toyo tyre.
Mandatory safety mods, such as a plumbed in Fire extinguisher and racing harness. Others (such as a roll cage) are not mandatory but obviously sensible, after all, big cats should be caged…

Budget

Having digested that lot its time to make a budget. As I am not rich, this will make or break the project. If not realistic then I stand a fair chance of getting half way there and running out of money, that’s when you see adverts on Ebay saying “unfinished project, 90% complete”. I Don’t want to end up like that.

The basic budget is £1500 for a good car and the same for modifications.

There is some flexibility in the budget, for instance I could buy two spare race tyres and not do the track day. We also allow £500 for contingencies which I don’t intend to spend. I will be driving the car to each race so saving on the cost of a trailer, bit of a risk.

The Car

Before going out and buying the first XJ-S I could find I restrained myself and did some research, which proved vital, starting with magazines and the club web site/forum.

I found out that I needed to check a few critical areas
Rust at the rear and front end of the sills, where the trailing arms bolt on to the body and on inner wing at the damper mount area (will be worse than it looks, double skinned nightmare).
Oil leak from crank rear seal.
Water pump leaks and bearing looseness.
Rattles on cold start up (engine worn, expensive and time consuming to repair).
Smoke on start up or on overrun with hot engine.
Overheating, ask if there have been any cooling issues.
Rusty front cross member under the radiator and front suspension subframe.
Clonks or whines from gearbox, or burnt smelling gearbox oil.
Smell of fuel in boot (may indicate rusted tank).

If the car has any of these problems then I would walk away and look for another one.

Other common problems are less important because they will be dealt with during the conversion; these include cosmetic faults, trim, tyres, hoses, brake pads and electrical gremlins. Some cars are born with problems and will never be reliable; some are so sweet they are practically blueprinted and that’s the one I was searching for. I found a 1987 model on ebay with 93,000 miles and as a bonus it had the twin headlight kit which will come in useful later, it looked good on paper so off I went to check it out. The owners were just quite simply splendid people. We were plied with cups of tea and talked about the history of the car; they had owned it for fifteen of its nineteen years. The car was kept in the garage under blankets!

Opening the bonnet revealed a industrial scrap compactor, it was as though someone had mistaken the cavernous engine bay for a skip and thrown in a dumper load of old pipes, hoses, wires and random thingys, then smoothed it all down with a rusty trowel. Don’t get me wrong, it was all in good order, the fluids were topped up and clean, there were no leaks and the hoses were in good condition etc, but the photos in the manual simply do not do it justice, it really is full! All XJ-Ss are like that, for instance, to change the front spark plugs it is best to remove the air conditioning pump! I quietly shut the bonnet and turned away wondering what I was thinking of.

OKaaaaayyy, better start doing some homework here...
OKaaaaayyy, better start doing some homework here…


The rest of the car had a little surface rust here and there, a sagging head lining and old tyres but was basically in surprisingly good shape.
It sported a new radiator, oil cooler, brake disks, front subframe, front cross member, rear calliper, battery and a centre exhaust. Which was nice.
The engine was quiet from cold and pulled strongly and smoothly on the test drive, with no worrying noises. It gathered pace quite rapidly and handled corners competently with a polite bow. The driving experience can only be described as magnificent, for the first time on the project I had a definite feeling that this was right.

I decided to go for it so I put in my maximum bid and did not look at it again until after the auction, which was tough. Luckily I won it for my limit of £1500 and so the next week I had my first XJ-S.

10 weeks to go.

Having spent a week driving round in splendid V12 opulence, it was with a certain degree of regret and trepidation that I was to start tearing it asunder.

Stripping.

First stop is to remove the interior, remembering that the regulations for Class F state that the trim must go back in, unless its in the way of the roll cage. Loose carpets must be removed. Weight is all important but I didn’t get too carried away with stripping every last ounce, for example I took a day to remove the first 50Kg but the next 50kg took a week.
Out came the centre console, heater controls and a radio retaining box thingy which is riveted into the dash and had to be drilled out.
The regs let me replace the drivers seat only, saving about 7kg, so the passenger seat will go back in later. The regs allow removal of the rear seat but again it proves to be disappointingly (9kg) light!
At this point I successfully locate the rust! There was a bodged repair to the inner wheel arch which let water into the rear seat pan which had rusted along a seam leaving a huge hidden rust lake.
Under the carpets I discover a distinctly aquatic theme, part of the window seal is leaking and water is dripping down the electrics into the foot well! As a temporary fix I tape up the lower edge of the windscreen.
Sound proofing on these cars is quite remarkable, both for its effectiveness and for what a sod it is to remove! There are different types in layers. Under all this glue and matting is the main wiring! So I had to be rather careful with the chisel! About 30kg of sound deadening came out and now there is plenty of clearance in the foot well for my left boot.
Doors present a few challenges. The trim card has lots of hidden screws and a tag behind the arm rest so it has to be lifted up before it comes off. The central locking solenoid and speaker add up to only 1 kilo, manual window winders would have saved another 1kg.
The electric mirrors hardly weighed anything and the saving with the racing items was negligible. Later I would find that having electrically adjustable mirrors whilst I was harnessed in would be invaluable.

Turning to the engine bay.
Starting in the middle I unbolt the heavy (15kg) air con pump and its silencer, yes the air con has a silencer. Also ousted were the fuel cooler, a/c radiator (which had rotted out), visco fan and associated tensioner (8kg)
There is sound deadening foam on the bonnet, I drill out the rivets and attack it with a garden hoe causing odd looks from the neighbours.
Finally, the boot is stripped of trim, spare wheel, tool kit and jack.

Servicing.
The brakes and steering checked out ok, as did the exhaust system.
Electrics were ok if tired. The critical circuits are ignition, fuel injection, starter, cooling fan, wipers and tail lights (nothing else matters!). The bodged immobiliser was removed (it only required swapping two wires to defeat!).
Luckily on this car most of the rubber pipes (which perish after about ten years) had been replaced because of the new radiator and oil cooler and fuel system. Bonza!
The cooling system is a whole different bucket of mice, the Jaguar official service procedure involves adding an annual bottle of Barrs Leaks! This coats all the places you don’t want it, in such high doses. So the radiator, engine and heater core are checked for leaks and flushed. Some people go to the extreme of fitting coolant filters in the top hoses.
Throttle cables are often forgotten but obviously vital for survival, it turns out to be in good condition and gets oiled.


Right, the car is now in bits, but about 130kg lighter. Probably time to start putting it back together then. After a cup of tea, obviously.

8 weeks to go.
Race prep


Seat
Sitting in the car as standard, my head hits the roof. Add to this a crash helmet and a roll cage and I will have to remove four vertebrae!
My solution is to use a high back seat, usually used in off road racing (Ebay, £40). It has a near vertical back which means I can fit it with the rear on the floor and the front on the 4 inch high cross member giving my preferred recline.
I chisel out the rear outboard seat mounting from the floor, sit the seat down and sit in it with the crash helmet on to check the fit and clearance.
I push the seat as far to the left as possible. Now the rear left seat mount is hard up against the transmission tunnel, so I fabricate a bracket that bolts to the seat and then the whole assembly bolts to the car using the original mounting points. The right hand mount is much more simple and bolts through the floor.

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Dash
The gauges should be easy to read even when I am not looking at them. In the good old days gauges had needles and they were arranged so that all the needles were vertical when all was ok. We are very good at detecting horizontal and vertical lines, which may go some way to explaining tartan.
In this car, however, there is a small rev counter which is not easy to see and the temperature gauge (remember these cars are renown for overheating) is a particularly useless linear affair which reads just above cold when the radiator is at 90 C! So a reading of Normal would only be reached when the engine has seized and caught fire!
For now I will simply stick red tape next to the gauges so that my eye naturally falls on the relevant part, with a small line at danger temperature and min/max rpm.


Harness
There is a huge range of harnesses available but very few of the mandatory FIA approved 3 inch items below £100, cheapest I found was £95 four point item, but in the end I went for a TRS five point. The crotch strap pulls the lap straps down, so they stay over the pelvis and don’t ride up over soft tissues, preventing rupturing of various squidgy bits, possibly including the spleen. I have never really know what a spleen actually is or what it does, other than kill you if ruptured, which I guess is the key point here.
The lap straps are secured to the floor via eye bolts which I screwed into the original seat belt mountings. The shoulder straps will be rapped round the cross bar of the rear cage that is provided for just this purpose.

6 weeks to go.


Air intake

To start with I do a very chap mod, I cut the ram pipes very close to the air box and spend a good half hour flaring the edges out to smooth the air flow into the box. Thus the intake area is tripled.
As an extra treat I fit new standard paper air filters. Years ago some colleagues tested standard paper elements against sponge and cotton performance filter elements. At the start of the test all the filters were flowing about the same so a standard one will be fine for a few races, particularly as a standard one is £6 and a performance one is £45, and I need two of them.
The throttle needs to have an extra return spring fitted, theory being that if the return spring brakes then you have a big accident, this will be checked by the scrutineers before every race.

Exhaust
The exhaust centre labyrinth type silencer is very slightly restrictive, so I removed it and fitted a significantly more free flowing bent piece of pipe. This leaves the rear straight through absorption type silencer only, but the result is still disappointingly quiet and civilised on the road.

Oil
The engine oil is replaced with Castrol RS 10/60 racing oil, and of course a new filter. Even expensive oils like Magnatec will break down under racing conditions, so I am told. Its bloomin expensive though, the V12 uses 10.7 litres so this is a significant investment. I eventually got it from Demon Tweeks, race championship registrants get a 10% discount card.

Cooling
I add water wetter to the new 20/80 mix of glycol/water. People in the club claim this alone has dropped coolant temperatures by 10 degrees, I think it works by breaking the surface tension and allowing better heat transfer with the metal. Also, I fit second hand electric fans where the old air con condenser was, to stop the engine cooking just after a race. Finally I improve air flow out of the engine bay by jacking the bonnet open half an inch on some rather fetching home made (M12 bolts) bonnet pins.

Transmission
Gearbox remains a GM TH400 auto box! Yes, I am racing an automatic (oh do stop laughing). Once you get the hang of them they do have some advantages such as being able to change up at full throttle. The problem is that there are less gears than in a manual so its harder to stay at peak power rpm. The torque converter is effectively hydraulically locked at high rpm giving minimal power losses and full engine braking. I will be manually shifting with the stick provided, but it does not let you shift into first above about 15mph unless you have the throttle floored, which is an issue if braking into a corner.
Now the seat is on the floor, the gear stick is a little high. Also, it wobbles due to its compliant rubber mounts. Bolting the selector directly to the trans tunnel improves things no end.

4 weeks to go.

Brakes
As standard the Jag brakes are good. The problem comes with continued maximum use, races can be up to 20 mins and standard fluid will boil, the pads will catch fire and the disks will warp! Apart from that they are OK!
The standard (almost new) discs will be fine for now. I have chosen EBC Red Stuff pads which wont fade but will wear quickly, other racers use the harder Yellow Stuff pads but these are not suitable for road use.
Next up for change is the fluid (a complicated subject). The upshot from many discussions is that I have chosen synthetic (NOT silicone) racing fluid with a dry boiling point well above 300 C. The preferred one is Castrol SRF, but I went for the cheaper Motul RBF600.
To top this lot off I fitted Goodridge 600 series braided brake hoses which improved pedal feel and are better suited to the harshness of racing.
This went quite well until one of the rear calliper bleed nipples sheared off! This meant removing the calliper and drilling it out which took the best part of a day to fix, and this happened with only two days until the Mallory track day!

Suspension and steering
A sports steering wheel allows slightly quicker turns and improves feel. It also looks good. Steering rack bushes give a kind of disconnected feel to the steering, I replaced these with polyurethane bushes.
The suspension is basically very good, if rather soft. I am not going to change the springs yet, Collin Chapman was a strong advocate of soft springs and firm dampers to let the suspension move and do its work, who am I to disagree (oh dear, now I can hear Anny Lennox in my head…). I just fit adjustable front dampers which bolt in very easily.

Electrics
For safety I have fitted an electrical cut off switch which stops the engine and isolates the car from the battery. The battery is in the boot and has a positive lead running down the left hand side of the trans tunnel and then up to two distribution studs, the switch cuts into this and sits nicely behind the gear selector.
There are two wires near the battery, which feed the engine management and fuel pump circuits, so I cut them and put in new wires from the cut off switch. Next I ran a new wire from the lower part of the switch to the ignition circuit and connected the alternator protection resistor (provides a load when the switch opens, without one the regulator gets confused and explodes).

2 weeks to go.

Safety
The rear bulkhead needs to be sealed to prevent any fumes getting in from the petrol tank, I riveted small ally plates over the various apertures.
The extinguisher and electrical cut off switch must be able to be operated by a marshal from outside the car, in case I am incapacitated or too stupid. T handled pull cables go on the scuttle at the MSA recommended position – base of the windscreen on the drivers side.
I cut a big hole and mount the two cables to an ally plate that I can screw on and I cut holes in the inner panel to finally get through to the interior.
Finally I wandered round with some yellow paint, stripes round the battery earth lead and I sprayed the towing eyes.

Tyres.
Possibly the most important component on the car. For this series we have to use the control tyre which is a Toyo Proxes T1-R.
When racing the tyre works very hard, deep tread blocks will move about a lot and thus get very hot, they will go off after a few laps and you skid. So I will have them shaved to 4mm depth, this should give me good stability and still last a few races.
I have bought a set of spare wheels for £50 which are half an inch wider than standard. I am staying with 15” rims because the 50 profile tyres drops the gearing about 11% thus helping acceleration. And its cheaper.

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A day at the races.

Now its time to tune the driver so its off to the club track day at Mallory, for a bit of practice and to get to know how the car handles on the limit and indeed where the limits actually are.
In an ideal world I would check and adjust the suspension set up. Realistically, unless it really handles badly, I will just try to get some practice in
When changing the set up it is vital to approach this scientifically, everything effects everything else so we change one thing at a time. All the changes and lap times are then written down in what becomes the race car book of all knowledge.
I even borrowed a pyrometer (in infra-red temperature gauge) so I can check the tyre temps.

We arrived, a little late, and had to wait in a queue to get to the pits area which is in the centre of the circuit. It’s a lovely circuit, quite short and has a lake in the middle which James Hunt nearly drowned in.
We locate fellow JEC members and say hello, everyone is very friendly and soon advice starts pouring in. We then head off to the stewards office to sign on, you have to sign an indemnity form which basically states that you are aware it is dangerous and any accident is your own silly fault. That done, I have to attend a novice briefing which covers etiquette and safety stuff.
As it is my first time here, I am assigned an instructor who was very helpful indeed, he described which lines work, braking points etc.
Once the tyres had gone through their first heat cycle, it was time to push harder. The car seemed to grip and then grip some more, pushing me firmly into the side of my seat round the large corner, with the lake as run off. This is the first time I have heard the throaty exhaust at full tilt, spine tingling.
Tyre pressures seemed best at 30psi cold /34 hot which gave an even temperature, but the outer edge of the fronts was a little colder indicating that I need to stop fannying around and drive faster.
They have a weigh bridge there, with half a tank of fuel the car was 1606kg, which is a good start.
Also, they provided a scrutineer so that I had the privilege of finding out what was wrong before I got to the race! Generally it went well until he put his hand down the inner wing and there was a distinctive rusty crunching noise

1 week to go.

Welding

A quick call to Franc (aka Tree Beard) and I was on my way over to his house of wonder to use his welding kit, 15 hours later I left with a solid car! As is usual with these things the rust was a lot worse than it first seemed, the service history shows that the inner wings had been repaired before, at some expense, however we found no evidence of this, just rust! Makes you wonder.
For extra strength I put in replacement panels from 2mm steel between the chassis rails to the front damper mounts.rust400
Turning to the rear, I made new panels for the sill end plates and the lower part of the wheel arch, this area has lots of panels joining together and the seams collect water, unfortunately this is a critical area as all the radius arm loads are put through here (ie, all the acceleration force). The result is not pretty but its definitely solid.


Exterior

The next major job was fitting the stickers!
You know, they are not as easy as you might think. They are big, giving ample opportunity to trap air bubbles and get them all crumpled up, secondly the car is made from curves so the stickers wont sit flat and you end up with creases and folds.p2
The rules say we have to have a set size white square for the race numbers, one on each side and one on the bonnet. We must also have stickers for; JEC Racing, JEC club and the Toyo sponsors. In addition, I wanted my name on it and also we thought it would be a good idea to have some green stripes so that it could be easily picked out on camera, its distinctive and gives it the 70s look that I was after.

A Name

Every race car has to have a name. This one was suggested by Franc’s daughter who had decided that I was some sort of cross between Doctor Who and Captain Jack sparrow. Which I think is a compliment… Anyway, as the car was black, had a mind of it’s own, was largely a wreck but refused to die and handled like a boat, it was decided by the committee of chums that the car would be called the ‘Black Pearl’. And Rick went about creating the graphics for me, a superb job!

Roll Cage
Fitting a roll cage is usually best done before the car is assembled at the factory, what with it being nearly the same size as the interior of the car.
I am using an MSA approved national B cage made by Safety Devices.
So, with no seats, centre console, roof lining or anything else to get in the way in the interior, I fitted the cage in order to mark out where the mounting plates must go. It took quite a lot of jostling to get everything to line up. It fitted about as well as ‘one size fits all’ trousers don’t. Then I marked the points where the cage feet met the car.
Now I take it all out again. I weld the nuts to the mounting plates, cut holes in the sill just big enough for the nuts to go in and then weld the four plates on the sills.
Then I put the cage back in again, I get everything loose assembled first then take up the slack in all the bolts, then progressively do up the bolts.
The bolts in the wheel arch go in from underneath, that way the bolt head gets covered in road salt and weather but the thread stays clean. Same goes for any bolts that go through the car outer shell such as those holding the seat mountings to the floor.
Standing back, it now looks like a proper race car, very nice.

Fire extinguisher
MSA regulations, new for this year, require me to have a 2.5kg plumbed in fire suppression system with a minimum of one discharge nozzle in the engine bay and one in the cabin.
I fit the fire extinguisher bottle on top of the trans tunnel so that it is tucked into the back end of the centre console, where the rear ashtray used to be. The centre console has substantial reinforcement steel inside, so I cut most of that out, it’s a bit more wobbly now but its still central and still a console.

Transponder
The transponder is bolted to the front of the car and sends a vehicle specific code used by the lap timing computers at the race circuit. It has to have a clear view of the ground and be less than two foot up. It also needs a 12v feed. I decide to fit it somewhere in the front left wheel arch area, but that’s about as far as I get before its time for a race!

0 weeks to go.

It had been only 12 weeks since deciding to go racing, in that time I had bought an XJ-S V12, stripped it, rebuilt it as a racer and driven it round Mallory park circuit for my first ever practice session.
My goal remains to complete one race, at Silverstone in a car that I prepared.
There is still so much to do and the big day has finally arrived, no more excuses.silver400pose

Saturday

Silverstone:

Getting there

I woke up at 3am. Then again about 4am and finally gave up attempting to sleep at 5ish. As my first circuit race approached, the totally overwhelming cocktail of excitement and fear kept me from any meaningful form of sleep.
I started faffing about wondering what it was that I had forgotten. Friends are vital to club racing, and several were pressed into service to transport all the tat that is associated with racing.
It took about 40 mins to pack the tools, spares, the jack, race clothing and paperwork into the jag. Ron was also following in his 205 with the race tyres and a collection of scrap iron and an angle grinder! You never know what you might need, or indeed what you might find in Ron’s car…
Unfortunately Ron’s car was a fairly knackered Diesel which made its rattly asthmatic presence felt quite well. As it was still before 6, the combination of this and a racing Jag starting up and manoeuvring off did cause some degree of curtain twitching. We apologise profusely for the inconvenience.

Getting sorted.

We were not the first to arrive, even though it was only 7:30, so seeing a few other XJ-S’s I parked up next to one with the same coloured stripe as mine, just to confuse people! Everyone was busy unloading, checking tyre pressures, drinking tea and other essential tasks. Even so, I found the other competitors to be a really friendly bunch and more than willing to give help and direction. There was a real atmosphere, difficult to describe, excitement, the sense of approaching battle, the smell of fuel and race oil, the sound of blipping engines and tools being used. The picture was of lines of race cars and transporters, people busy tweaking and preparing the cars, it was a picture I have seen before in magazines, but now I had made myself a part of it.
To be honest I felt like a fraud because I am new, I don’t feel like a racer yet, just someone who wants to be. Never the less it was such a good feeling just to have got this far. The sun was beaming down from a stunning blue sky, glinting of the cars chrome, it was a perfect day.
I took a quick stroll to get my legs working after the long drive to the circuit and had a look at the other cars, its amazing to see how they differed from mine, it seems that although everyone is agreed on what the key issues for these cars is, there is no one particular solution. Already I am getting ideas for modifications such as lowering the front and ducting cold air to the engine.
Its 8:00 and I am off to sign on and find out where scrutineering is.
In the stewards office I find some very helpful staff and once I explain that I am a bit new to this, they explain what I need to do in simple words as if talking to a child, which is about right actually! I sign an indemnity and hand in my race licence, they keep this safe and will record any misdemeanours and if I really cock things up then they can withhold it etc. More relevant, hopefully, is the fact that the clerk of the course will sign it to say I have been a good boy. Once I get six signatures I can ditch the novice cross, this is a bit like when you finally loose your L plates. They then give me a Programme, worth £3, which is nice.
Brilliant, job done. Off I trot back to the pits. Once there I remember that I was supposed to ask where the scrutineering was. Luckily our neighbour knew ‘see that big building next to us with Scrutineering written on it…’.
By now it was gone 9 and I scurry off to the novice briefing, required for anyone who has not raced at this circuit before. In the class room there was about 15 of us rookies, al talking about our adventures and excitement getting here. At 9:30 the briefing started with a friendly introduction backed up with a stern warning that no dangerous behaviour would be tolerated. We were presented with photocopies of the track layout, noting where the marshal posts were and where the entrance and exits are. Then they made a couple of rather useful points, one corner had aggressive rumble strips that would ‘take your wheel off’, oddly now I come to write this, I cant remember which one it was! Then they mentioned that the sand trap at the end of the back straight was extremely effective at stopping cars ‘ if you go into that, just get out of the car, you wont be able to drive out, you will have to wait to the end of the race and get winched out’! The session was concluded by the stewards wishing us well and lots of fun, which was nice.

Last min prep

Ron had changed the wheels for me and the remaining stickers had been attached. But I still had not attached the transponder, and feeling that my art of brinkmanship had been adequately demonstrated, decided to fit it above the front towing eye just before scrutineering.

Scrutes

Somehow it had become 10ish and the scrutineering bay was empty. I parked up in the bay and two chaps came out to appreciate my handy work, yes I was nervous, would they find something I had missed?
Again, I explained that I was a bit new and asked them if they could give me any tips etc. They were both very helpful, explaining what they were looking for and how best to do things. They checked the integrity of the car (all my lovely welding), that the seat was securely mounted and in good condition. They checked the condition and mounting of the harness and that it was certified and in date. They looked at the data on the fire extinguisher to ensure it was full, in date and the correct type. They checked my brake lights, side lights and high visibility rear light (or fog light as it is also known), that’s where we hit the first problem, the fog light didn’t work! Luckily this was just a fuse. That done, the ticket was issued and taped to the side window so track officials can clearly see you have been processed.
By the time this has all happened, the call comes over the tannoy for us to assemble ready for qualifying. There is something odd about the pits tannoy, it doesn’t matter where I stand I can never hear it clearly, it’s a bit like train platform announcements.

Qualifying

The assembly area is just before the pits area and is a copy of the starting grid. You form up here before a race or qualifying so that everyone is ready to go at the same time. The call to form up comes about 15mins before you are due to go out. The pro’s get there with just a min or so to go so they don’t have to wait too long. I, on the other hand, was so worried about missing the slot, got there with the full 15 mins to go.
Here I met Paul Hands who, never being one to mince his words, took one look at the car and said the front was too high, which it was. Then he went on to point out all the other things that need improving, very good advice I am sure, but rather poor timing!croftturnin2
The morning had gone so quickly up to now, this was the first time I had a chance to think about what I was doing. It’s a strangely peaceful moment.
So there I was, in a real racing car, dressed up like a real racing driver, waiting to go out for the very first time at Silverstone. Wow.
Then the whistle went, my heart started pumping harder, and we were off, moving in two columns onto the pit straight. I was surprised by lots of clattering coming from the underside of the car as all the debris, rubber and gravel, on the track hits the un-soundproofed shell.
We move out onto the pit straight for a warm up lap, sometimes called the green flag lap, this is where green flags are waved from every marshal post, no racing is allowed and the safety car is out in front with the fire car following behind us all. Warming up involves driving bloody fast, by the way. As we round the corner back onto the pit straight, the safety car peels off into the pit lane and the flags go in. Then it gets a lot faster and I try to keep up. Holding the throttle open as we hurtle past 100mph with a corner in view goes against all my instincts, my right foot starts to shake on the pedal, I know I have to go faster but something in my mind is screaming to slow down. The engine makes a superb noise, starting with a growl and ending with a roar, its smooth and inspires confidence.
All the video watching and learning the corners before hand counts for absolutely nothing out here! I try and follow the line of the car in front which works quite well, I am amazed how fast the car can go round corners with all the tyres howling in a graceful high speed four wheel drift. The brakes are splendid and powerful when up to temperature, which probably means I am not trying hard enough!. The gearbox is shifting well with under a seconds delay, but suddenly it makes a horrific grinding noise. It seems to be worse at peak torque so as long as I use part throttle from 4000 rpm I can increase to full throttle by 6000 rpm and its not too bad. But rather slow out of corners, hey I must be turning into a real racer if I already have excuses lined up!
I start to build confidence, or more accurately the feeling of complete confusion fades. I cant quite work out the right way to enter the hair pin at Maggots and try a variety of possibilities with varying degrees of success and a couple of sideways moments. By the fifth lap I was being passed, a lot, which made finding a good line a bit more tricky. Rear visibility is challenging, for example when reaching the end of the back straight (roughly 120mph) I glance in the rear view mirror I can see a rapidly advancing Class G car, I look back at the track and glance up again at the mirror and they have vanished. I turn into the left hander knowing that they will be in the process of overtaking me but I have no idea on which side or how fast. As I was going to turn in to the apex they appear on the left causing an abrupt change of plan. I go a touch wide which leaves me on the right going into the tightening right hander and have to slow even more to get round!
After a few more laps I am just getting my bearings and preparing to do a fast(ish) lap when the chequered flag comes out and its all over! Was that really 15 minutes? Well yes, it just goes so fast because my brain is in a warp.
Then we get one cool down lap. This is very important, as the brakes are so hot, as is al the metal of the engine, if you stop immediately after racing the heat soaking in will cook the diff seals, boil the brake fluid, roast the ignition system on the top of the engine etc. So I cruise round without touching the brakes, but get rather behind the rest of the pack who are trying to ensure the next session is not delayed.
As I turn into the pit lane I switch on the extra fan. Marshals direct the traffic all the way through the pit lane to the exit. I feel like I have done a good workout, I feel hot and I am breathing deeply. There is a million things racing through my mind, like can we fix up the gearbox enough to race, have the brakes caught fire, will the engine overheat before I get to the pits, most of it is silly worry but as an engineer I cant help that.
Pulling back into our camp, the team rush to open the bonnet and let the heat out, the heat haze is quite visible. I wave my infra-red temperature gauge across the tyres to see how I am using them. The left hand tyres get more work and are a touch warmer. The inside edge is a couple of degrees lower than the rest of the tyre indicating that I could run with a spot more camber but basically its not too far off.
Friends point out that we have a drivers briefing now back in the scrutineering shed and I am duly bundled off.

Lunch

Its now 12:30 and the whole morning has gone in a frantic rush. The race is due for about 4:30 so we now have a long pause.
The gearbox mount is suspected of causing the grinding noise, it is a complex sprung mechanism which has a rubber isolator in the middle. Its difficult to see clearly but we think it is this rubber part that is breaking down and allowing metal to metal contact, it wont let go completely so there is no danger of the box falling out so the decision is made to continue as is.
After all that can be done to the car has been done its time for a full racing lunch! The top F1 drivers have a dietician and dine on nutritionally engineered techno food. I had beans, chips, pie and gravy, mmmmmmmmmm.
The results of qualifying have been published with photocopied sheets available from the stewards office. I am last, obviously, the grid arrangement has three columns and I am on the back left. My fastest lap was 1:32 giving an average speed of 63mph! The fastest chap in my class was Gordon Bobic with 1:21 at 73mph and the fastest overall was Derek Pearce with a 1:11 at 83mph. Yes I really was that slow!
I watched some of the other racing, the theory was to analyse how others took the hairpin etc but actually I just enjoyed watching some good racing and relaxed a bit.

The Race

My peace was shattered by the call to assemble for the race. I headed for the assembly area, marshals directed the cars to our grid positions and in no time at all we were going out onto the track. Here again marshals directed us to our grid position, which is essential for me because I sit so low that I cant see over the bonnet and the exact location of the grid markings becomes rather a mystery. I make a note of the car to my right and in front so that when we re-form the grid after the warm up lap I know where to stop!
With the safety car in front and the fire car behind, we roar off for a green flag lap. I am very aware that even though I am giving it some beans, the fire car appears to have no difficulty keeping up and wants to overtake me! The safety car peels off into the pits and we reform on the grid, I draw up parallel to the car to my right, I hope he knows where to stop!croftturnin silver400race
On the gantry over the start/finish line, there are a number of red lights, they go out signalling the start of the race. Suddenly it gets load and very busy, the car in front stalls and I make a quick decision to go to his left, I am in front of a couple of cars somehow but they are advancing rapidly. I turn into the first corner, now in second gear and accelerating past 90mph but still way to slow, as the road straightens out I am passed on both sides just as the first gearbox grinding causes me to back off a tad. Into the hairpin and as I brake I get significant under steer, followed by over steer as I power out onto the back straight, the fastest part of the track. I glance at the speedo passing 130 (forgetting that the low profile tyres drop the real speed by 11%) with the engine at full boar, everything seems to be buzzing, including me.
Then its hard on the brakes for the 90 left at Brooklands, I am not entirely sure where to start breaking and do it to early and slow too much. I get lots of vibration from the front, this is a new feature but doesn’t deter me. I down shift to second and turn in, the shift causes the back end to step out briefly and I hear the tyres chirp. As I turn right through Luffield the corner tightens and the car is in a four wheel drift, at motorway speeds and I am pressed hard into the side of my chair. I apply power and upshift to third into Woodcote, from here I go from the left side of the track to the apex on the right taking me out onto the pit straight, again drifting from the right all the way across the track to the left with the speedo indicating 120mph. At the end of the pit straight its hard on the brakes and a down shift that steps the back out again.
I was starting to catch the car in front when I start getting lapped and I make the mistake of moving off the racing line to let them by, turns out this is a classic novice mistake.
After 7 laps the red flags came out, this is never a good thing. We all slowed and as we came round to the pit straight there were marshals across the track. Three cars reformed on the grid, we believed that the race would be restarted, a few moments later and the marshals indicated we should move into the pit lane, game over.
It turned out that a car that was next to us in the pits had come on to the pit straight and just touched the grass on the left, starting a massive slide. He held it heroically but it spun round the other way and found the concrete pit wall. The car was demolished, even the rear axle was loose
A sober reminder indeed that motorsport is dangerous.
Having said that, the car is amazingly strong, the driver was taken to hospital but only had a sore neck! The safety system fitted are life savers, the seat, harness, roll cage, crash helmet, cut off and fire systems are the most important parts of the race car.
Its also a good reminder of why race cars need to be structurally sound, it is never worth trying to get away with a cheap rusty banger.


Afterwards

The tannoy reminded me to collect my race licence from the stewards office. Smiles greeted me in the office and my licence was retrieved with my first signature on it. They also presented all the competitors with a little souvenir plaque. Wonderful.
Unsurprisingly, my final position was last. My best lap was down to 1:28, four seconds faster than qualifying, and my average speed had risen to the dizzy heights of 65mph!
Well it’s a start. We did this in three months, from daydreaming in a cafe to racing at Silverstone. We did it on a very tight budget and with no special facilities on the driveway, mostly in the rain. I did most of the work on my own but couldn’t have finished it in time without the help of friends like Ron and Franc.
As we packed up for the day, I felt a real sense of achievement. The sun setting over Woodcote corner, the car glinting in the orange light, we made it. OK, we didn’t win anything, this time, but we overcame so many hurdles just to get here.
If nothing else, I can now sit in the pub and bore people by saying ‘ah, yes well of course when I raced a V12 at Silverstone…’
And as for the future, well I need to do better than last, I need a little more from the car and to learn how to overtake. Dangerously, I have a plan, forming in my head….


Some tweaks

I had an idea, usually that’s the start of trouble.
I spent my months allowance on another car. It is a 3.6 XJ-S.
Now this is my theory; the new car has the sportspack springs on and a new set of road tyres (which I need desperately), it only cost £400.
I will transfer the front springs, then later I will swap the whole rear axle with its lower 3.54 diff and rear anti roll bar.
This will give the racer more roll stiffness and acceleration, plus a set of new road tyres, which is good.
I will be left with a 3.6 with a ridiculously high diff and soft springs, giving rubbish handling and amazingly good fuel economy. I will then re-sell the car on Ebay as a silly project or spares.
What can possibly go wrong?
I start with just changing the front springs, and after some very interesting experiments with jacks and compressors, I got them on to the racer. They are the same rate as the old ones but drop the front by about 2 inches.axle frntsprngopen racerhigh RACERLOW
This increases the camber and lowers the centre of graffiti, or something like that, which reduces the roll a bit.
Crucially, it also means I can see more of the road, which might come in handy.
I used bits off the 3.6 to make a solid rubber gearbox mount which brings a little more noise into the cab but holds everything in place exceedingly well.
The 3.6 also donated a few bits of switch gear and ods and sods that needed mending.
I finally got round to ducting cold air from where the inner head lights used to be to the air boxes. I chiselled out the various panels between the head light and the engine bay and used the old 3” ducting (from the interior heater to the rear foot well) to get the air directly into the air boxes.
The old fan cowling had to go, it was restricting the free flow of air, a little bit, and it was rusting and generally getting in the way. It also contained the standard electric fan which is a very old design, i.e. heavy and not very good. To remove it I had to take off the top radiator bleed hoses and lots of wiring.
I became curious about this. There is still a lot of wiring on this car that serves unknown purposes, well, unknown to me anyway. Turns out that the two relays on top of the cowling are for optional headlight washers, which I didn’t have, so I was able to remove them and a substantial bit of wiring.
I also removed the old bonnet release mechanism and various brackets that were no longer needed.
The car handles a little better now and is about 20kg lighter, best have another race.

Donington – a revelation.

I decided to camp at the circuit in a tent on the Saturday night and get the car all ready to go for the morning to avoid the early morning rush that leaves me drained.
This seemed like a good idea at the time.
It turns out that the circuit is directly under the take off flight path from East Midlands airport and they fly all night! Funny old world.
The morning arrived, more or less on schedule and we set about last minute fiddling, checking cold tyre pressures, re checking fluids etc. The smell of early morning fry ups and race car exhaust began to fill the air.
I attended the novice briefing at 8:30 where I met a fellow Devonian racer, Bruce, who runs in the 6cyl Class D. It was good to catch up and we discussed car set ups and the such like. I was informed that the gravel traps were in-escapable and that live recovery was possible (recovering a car whilst the race is still on) due to video surveillance all round the track. This also meant that any transgressions would definitely be picked up on, so a degree of caution was in order.
Sign on was at 9:00 and scrutineering at 9:20, the only comment my chariot received was that the recovery points should ideally be more accessible, the standard recovery points on the XJ-S are on the axles and this would need a degree of excavation in a gravel trap! Possibly an on board shovel..
I had just got back to our camp when the qualifying session was called, which meant I missed breakfast!
Qualifying was eventful, I saw two cars spin and saw more parked at the side of the track. Redgate was claiming many, this is at the end of the pit straight and is deceptively sharp and feels like a skating rink. The art seems to be to turn in late and drift the full width of the track coming out, which is difficult when being overtaken on both sides! Once some space developed I put in a relatively swift lap (for me) then took it easy again to let the brakes cool.
The race was about 4ish, queuing in the assembly area my heart was thumping. Could I actually overtake someone? I knew John was positioned ready to take the best photos of me, as were assorted other friends, all watching with cameras poised. No pressure then.
As we went out for the green flag lap I was looking at the other cars near me, they all had much more experience than me, and my car may be the cheapest on the grid!
We regrouped on the start line. Revs picked up as the red lights on the gantry came on. Heart thumping even more now. The lights go out and there is the roar of 25 Jaguar engines at full throttle, some tyre smoke and cars dart for various opportune gaps,
I accelerate but with the tall diff still in there is a long wait till I am in the power band which lets the car to my right roar past. I see a mass of cars all heading for the hard right hander at motorway speeds, surely they cant all get through? There is a cloud of dust hanging thick in the air where someone must have gone off but the growling throng of cars carries on at full power, I cant see much and back off very slightly which allows the only car behind me through. redgate silver400race
Into the legendary Craner curves, the feeling you get going flat out here is awesome. Like a supercharged roller coaster with a V12 soundtrack. I am hooked.
A gap started to develop between the last three cars (with me in my traditional last place) and everyone else. I quickly become aware that I can go faster than the car in front, so now I have to do my first ever overtaking! But where, we are using nearly all the track, sliding through corners. I start to see how he takes corners and got along side him as we go into the blind right hander at coppice, I cant see the apex and I know I am going too fast to be on the inside going in, so I back off.
Coming out of the corner at full throttle on to Starkeys straight I let the engine rev to 6500 before shifting to 3rd and catch up, but I brake way too early for the dogleg onto the start straight.
As we go past the pits again, I know I can go faster than him, the adrenaline is pumping but the fear is still there. I draw alongside into the Craner curves but he takes the racing line and he seems so close that I think we will touch, as he goes into the old hairpin I turn in a little later and carry a touch more speed out on the exit, drawing along side as we slide left up the hill, the engine is screaming in 2nd and I dare not look at the rev counter, I just want to make this stick with all my heart. I get past but now I am going much faster into Mcleans and skid from the apex right across and over the rumble strip on the exit, it all holds together, crikey the car is good. Now I can see a fellow class f driver about two hundred yards ahead. Gulp, lets go for it. I leave braking for the Esses as late as I dare (still way to early though) and the rear wheels momentarily loose traction as I change down to 2nd. I am closing the gap fast as we slide into Redgate, another car has gone off and the view is totally blocked for a moment by dust, I hear gravel smashing into the underside of my car and it squirms under me, then we emerge into craner. I snap at his heals but I just don’t have the talent to overtake. I am pushing him for another two laps and we are both sliding round a lot more, then we start being lapped by the front runners who stream past as if we were parked! I take a tighter line on to Starkeys and draw along side, flat out the cars are matched and we both accelerate to about 110, then some more faster cars come past as we go into the Esses, one of them starts to spin right in front of me and I have an intense second darting from one side to the other trying to predict which way he will go, I squeeze past just in front of his front bumper but have slowed to about 50, the car accelerates (relatively) slowly and my rival is just off my left flank as we dive into Redgate. I am going faster and am totally committed to the line I am taking, any deviation will result in a spin so if he arrives on my inside then we are going off, and at about 80 that will be a long way off. Two faster cars wait till the exit before streaming past and I fly through Craner. With no one in front of be I am battling against my own fear to go faster through each bend, at Starkeys there is a totally clear road ahead, we were so slow that the rest of the pack is half a lap ahead. I press on but when the final lap board is held up with still no one else in sight I ease up and don’t use the brakes again until after the cool down lap and I come into the pits.
What a race, what a circuit. I achieved my goal and overtook two cars. I am exhilarated and tired all at once. Already plans for the next race are forming..

The saga continues with the ‘Black Pearl’ at Snetterton in 2007.

Racing is bloody brilliant, the thrill and excitement of a fierce battle on the circuit, the feeling of achievement, the nomex underwear…

There was a point where I didn’t think I was going to get to the first race of the season, I had to make large repair sections to the underside of the car, many of the ageing bolts on this classic Jag had sheared during the rebuild, the trailer I bought on ebay didn’t turn up, the race tickets didn’t turn up and the day before the race the gearbox developed the ability to engage more than one gear . But we like challenges don’t we?

I put all other work on hold and tackled each problem in turn, and by the day before the race the only problem left was how to get the car to the race. Luckily Dave Ried turned up trumps and lent me his new trailer for the weekend, top bloke.

I got to Snetterton at midnight, pitched my new tent (special offer from the supermarket) and passed out. I awoke at 4am because it was bloody freezing, the cheap tent offered no wind protection and even less insulation, so I took it apart and covered the back of the Disco with it and slept quite comfortably on the back seat instead. Never buy cheap camping equipment.

Glorious sunshine greeted me as I emerged from my nylon and tank tap encrusted retreat on Saturday morning. It was great to meet up with my fellow racers again and swap similar tails of last minuet repairs. Last minuet is one thing, but Crash Gordan trumped us all by actually rebuilding his entire cooling system between races, turning up to a race in a car you haven’t finished building yet is pure class.
The morning started at a rush, Signing on, briefing, scrutineering and qualifying all managed to be timed to overlap, resulting in a significant amount of running and swearing.

Once out queuing up for the qualifying session I had time to relax a bit, but then it occurred to me I couldn’t remember if I had torqued up the wheel nuts, needles to say my first lap was conservative. But after a few laps, gathering pace with nothing major falling off, I started to feel quite happy with the car.race pits

The suspension and final drive mods seemed to work rather well and inspired confidence, my home brewed exhaust sounded commandingly raucous and the engine pulled strongly all the way past about 120mph. Crikey, it felt good.

I am used to qualifying last, but this time managed to have four cars behind me at the start of the first race. As the start lights went out I managed to loose all four places in the first hundred yards. Now I was in familiar territory, but it soon became clear that the car was faster than the one in front which meant it was time to practice the high art of overtaking. Unfortunately I am crap at this, but after dithering on several corners I worked out a safe place to go for it and dived up the inside of the first car, then I remembered to breathe again. The next car was taken on the straight, the new diff proving absolutely spot on as I crept past at about 130mph, whilst all the time my mind was screaming to slow down for the next corner. Another two cars were taken before the end of the race leaving me 22nd out of 28 starters with two cars not finishing.

Gordans old car was driven by Mike Sharman, new to the series, who took off like a thing possessed and won the class 1st rather decisively. So it looks like I had a lot more competition that year and my hopes of getting a few class 2nd s started fading.

The second race was on the Sunday and the grid positions were based on the results of the previous race which meant no less than six cars starting behind me. I was determined to get my start right this time so I talked to the drivers starting around me to get an idea of what to do, Paul Reynolds and Crash Gordan were really helpful and a strategy was hatched.

Sitting on the grid I was still nervous, but when the start lights went out I dived up the outside of two cars in front of me, excellent! Into the first corner surrounded by sliding jaguars, it seemed impossible get that many cars round such a small corner. I conceded the two places to my fellow racers who were much faster, not wishing to slow them up. On the straight I was behind Crash Gordan who is the fastest chap in our class, I figured that if I could just keep up with him then I would learn something. Unfortunately all I learned I s how important it is to prep your car, as his coolant system exploded and covered my windscreen in glycol. The fact that I couldn’t see through it was resolved when I tried to brake and simply went very sideways, sliding on his glycol slick, thus allowing me to see where I was going through the side window.
Setting the suspension up to be progressive paid off as the car waggled through the esses with the casual flair of a drunken tango dancer, but crucially managed to stay on the track. Which was nice. Unfortunately other, faster, racers were not so lucky, have a look at Dave Robbie’s web site for more info.


I made up a couple of places and was sitting 3rd in class again when I rounded the final corner, at the end of the long straight I could see the chequered flag out, but also I could see the 2nd in class chap easing up. It was an opportunity too good to miss so I stayed in second gear and buried the accelerator, I saw the rev counter go into the red, so obviously I stopped looking at it and kept accelerating. I think that if I had to drive the racer home then I wouldn’t have done that, just goes to show that having a trailer is worth seconds on the track. I got six inches in front of him at the finish line and won the first trophy of my life for 2nd in class, the phrase ‘well chuffed’ springs to mind.


There are still mods to be done, however. The diff is cooking due to the inboard brakes. After a cool down lap and a 10 min delay in parc ferme, I measured the rear diff casing temperature at 160 C. That counts as ‘bad’.
Also, when giving it some beans the cooling system couldn’t cope and the temperature started to rocket. On the track I started to use top gear more which helped keep the temp under control but did nothing for my lap times.
I now have a 6 litre XJ40 in pieces in the workshop so the next mod is to get the outboard brakes fitted and see if I can use bits of its cooling system (which is a lot neater than the XJ-S).
I hope to have this all done for Mallory, fingers crossed.

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Team headquarters, created by stringing a tarp over two Land Rovers.

Mallory 07

Well that went with a bang! The Mallory race started of with pouring rain, which posed a new challenge as I have never raced in the wet before. But we like challenges don’t we? (am I repeating myself again…)

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Mallory in 06, completely different experience with bright sunshine.

Cunningly I had plastered the windows with rain repellent and the inside with anti-fog, which worked a treat. Whilst other cars were struggling for visibility and grip, I was merely struggling for grip. I started off very conservatively in practice, feeling my way round and slowly building pace but it very soon became clear by the way the car veered sideways at every opportunity, that there was not much more pace to build. Then it started raining harder.

After lunch, the first races included MR2’s and single seaters, both having substantial ‘offs’ and a number of Toyotas limping back to the pits heavily damaged. This was like an old fashioned warning, a bit like when they used to put severed heads on spikes on the city walls to warn incomers, but without the hygiene issues.practice sidebyside
Just before our race was called, the sun came out. In practice I had dropped my tyre pressures to try to get some warmth in, without much success, but now I swiftly set about pumping the tyres up with my nice shiny new high power 12v compressor, the sort that burns your cigarette lighter wiring out, I like over powered motors.
By the way, I now have a race ‘team’ which is a novel experience. Well, I say ‘team’ its only three other people and a ‘sponsor’ but it’s a team to me. I am still used to doing everything myself and haven’t got the hang of delegation yet so they spent most of the time hanging around asking to help, but give it time. We have Nick being race mechanic, Kev being in charge of tents and food, Chris in charge of logistics. My new sponsor is Rik and Lotty who happen to have a vinyl cutter and made me some excellent stickers, they also run a driving school in Birmingham and are very nice people (www.auto-success.co.uk). Right, that’s my part of the bargain done.


Back to the race, it started well enough but the track was still very slippery just off the racing line and as the first overtaking started, so did the graceful ballet of sideways Jags. Going into the esses I was right on the tail of number 47 Paul Reynolds, who is usually the second in class bloke and significantly better than me. A car span in front of us, in a split second Paul had gone to the left and I chose the right but as we passed the stricken car I had a straight run up the hill to the hair pin but Paul was still on the grass. I just got ahead but he was not going to give up easily and went up the inside into the hairpin, I dropped it into first and slid round just in front again then got away cleanly down the hill. My heart was pounding, this was proper racing and as a novice it was quite an experience.

I even started making a little headway, almost getting the hang of it, when a number of cars arrived on the inside just as I went into the big corner at Gerards. There was some tyre squeal, a degree of rotation, a thump and then I was hurtling towards gravel. Now, gravel stops cars and I didn’t want to stop, so I kept my foot in, aimed for the shortest rout across the trap and onto the grass beyond. Now my off road racing paid off as the V12 Jag snaked across the wet grass in a merry salsa back towards the track. But not before Paul had cruised past.wing

Well, that’s racing. I have to fix the front wing, door, bumper, front and rear suspension on the right and something’s bent in the transmission. Time to take it apart again.

Obviously with the engine and gearbox working well it was time to take them out.


For some stupid reason I got it into my head that fitting the 6 litre V12 from an XJ40 (XJ81) would be a good move because it comes with the 4 speed electric auto box. Needless to say trying to integrate the control systems and wiring with that of an ageing XJ-S proved challenging. Also the gearbox is bigger, needing extensive transmission tunnel modifications and a custom prop shaft. The front of the engine uses a single serpentine drive belt so I had to connect the PAS pump to the existing rack but gut the hydraulic pump that sits behind it to make things work. I also gutted the air con pump to use it as an idler. I saved a few kilos by using the ally XJ40 radiator, which doesn’t fit and required a custom made ally cross member…. teabrake shovel wsfront pearl
Anyway, somehow we got it all running the night before the Silverstone national, but during practice the gearbox ecu slightly caught fire, leaving me with only 3rd gear. Surmising this might make the race a bit tricky I cobbled together a switch arrangement to allow me to choose between 2nd and 3rd. The race started and I leisurely pulled away in 2nd, up to 3rd for the right hander and fairly swiftly the engine hits the rev limiter. Oh dear. So I grab the loose wire that engages 4th and short it against the gear stick, this gives me enough gears to keep up and start making head way again. Unfortunately the broken gearbox ecu seems to have caused the engine ecu to run retarded, the exhaust is so hot that my seat starts to get very warm indeed and I see some degree of smoke in the mirror. OK, ease of a tad then, avoid catching fire, that has to be the best strategy at this point. But the car is still capable of annoying tail enders and we even manage a spot of overtaking.
The reward of all this lunacy is 2nd in class, another fantastic day at the back of the field!

At this point in my racing ‘career’ I took a break, moved house and started writing full time. Just in time for the recession to destroy the magazine industry! So sadly the ‘Pearl had to go.

Luckily it was bought by a singularly excellent enthusiast, Marko Fleming of ‘Rust to Rome’ fame, who has put a manual gearbox in and made it road legal again. It now regularly participates in continental road rallies, sprints and hill climbs.

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