jessicas dad:
Dont listen to the knockers go for it and give it a try. It will be a good experiance’s and look terrific on your cv.
I didn’t want to come across as knocking it, just pointing out that it wont be all glamour and gridgirls, you will work very hard for small reward and could you honestly cope with going back onto RDC work in the winter?
Imagine. “Listening to a Stobart driver in Tesco at Goole, he said he couldn’t drink coffee from the machine as he was only used to chilled Champagne”
My foray into BSB started at 5.30pm when we got the bikes out of the workshop. I then drove the FH12 down to Thruxton arriving around 10.30, myself and two mechanics then sleep in the trailer as our entryslot wasn’t until 08.10. They do this to make sure the top teams are closest to the pit garages and nearest the podium. Today was free practice and my job was to position the trailer, inch perfect, clean the truck including all the wheels and set up the awning.
The two mechanics sorted out the tools and spares kits, we then laid the workshop floor and put up the advertising and wired up the TV monitors. It was around 1400 before we got the first bike on the track while we sorted the garages. We had an hour or so practicing and a few tyre changes later it was over. We then had to meet and greet the sponsors people and make them welcome.
The next day was qualifying so apart from blue arsed flies chasing about with tyres, wheels, fuel and spare parts, we also had to rebuild a bike that was crashed in timed practice, the rider I was looking after was complaining of a lack of power and eventually the bike engine let go. Saturday night was the night all the tams go to the pub, the riders don’t drink but the managers and mechanics do, unless they were rebuilding engines and frames using midnight oil, and beyond. I think it was about 3.30 when we finally finished, it soon got light and by 7am we were up for breakfast and to get the bikes in race order. The riders were well rested and came to see why we looked like zombies while sat in their chairs contemplating the warm up.
Race time came and all the bikes were polished to perfection, the tyre warmers were on the racks and bikes, and the mechanics & I were all in team clothing, I was on the grid with the warmer generator ready for the start, the grid girls were perfumed, we had two great results which made the night shift worth doing. I had done the pit boards and recording lap times but as the riders went off to party and drink champagne, we had to strip the bikes, pack the lorry in an organised way, clear the awning, pack up the floor and secure everything. It was around 10.30 at night when I climbed in the cab of the Volvo and then had to drive 5/6 hours back to the race headquarters and empty the lorry.
It is a great life, if you don’t want sleep or recognition, but if you do ■■■■ up you will be recognised wherever you go! three days of hard work, little sleep and the most relaxing part of it was driving a lorry 