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EVERYONE'S A WINNER, BABY!
HIGHLIGHTS FROM OUR FIRST SOAPBOX DERBY
What a weekend that was. We'd just condensed a year's work into a matter of weeks to get our entry ready in time, and before we knew it, we were part of a queue of carts – in all manner of shapes and sizes – patiently waiting our turn to charge head-long down an inclined section of London Road in Billericay, Essex.
The fact that we'd only really given it a quick test-run down a slope near our yard didn't cross our minds – well, not long enough to have any serious second thoughts anyway.
Then, booming out of every speaker for what seemed like miles, we heard the announcer say the words "...and next up it's Team VW Down Under...!" We were up, our time had come!
We'll let Paul 'The Stig' Barnett pick up the story here to explain what it's like to thunder down the track at speeds approaching seven miles per hour.
THOUGHTS FROM THE COCKPIT
THE DAY MY DREAM CAME TRUE
By Paul 'The Stig' Barnett
Before the big day, I'd been treated to all kinds of leg-pulling and banter, mostly centred around the fact that what we'd created wasn't going to be the best at turning. But I had a plan, the track was straight – yes there was a 'chicane' to negotiate – but as long as I lined it up I knew I was in with a chance.
So as I sat hunched inside my fibre glass cocoon at the top of the ramp, I watched Paul and the team doing ring-a-roses to a Beach Boys Club Mix in front of me (Paul really needs to up his dancing game by the way) and I began to pick my route down the track.
The music stopped – and thankfully so did Paul's dancing – then all of a sudden I was being pushed down the ramp... I was on my way. The run down to the first jump gave me a chance to get a feel for the steering, I gave it a little wiggle and found that I was actually getting some response, not something Lewis Hamilton would be happy with, but I had feedback from the wheels. This was great news and I quickly turned my attention to the ramp that was 'fast' approaching...
Within literally minutes, I could see the huge, 18-inch ramp of death looming up in front of me, I adjusted the PAS (Paul Assisted Steering), held my breath and whoosh...! I was airborne. Time stood still for a few seconds, I could no longer hear the crowd, the rustling of the wind through the trees, or Paul screaming words of encouragement like a proud father behind me ... just the beating of my heart. It was so peaceful. The next thing I knew I was lunging forwards, I thought I was going to be thrown out of the front of the bus so I mentally prepared myself for the cold, hard tarmac that I was about to kiss, but no, this little bus of awesomeness bounced on its front wheels and then the back wheels followed – I had to make a split second steering adjustment to stop myself careering though the crowd and into one of the burger vans, but I'd made it!
The 'chicane' was up next but posed me no problems, I swerved through it as if it wasn't even there, then the track seemed to flatten out a little, and my speed subsequently decreased, but I had just enough momentum to negotiate the final jump then crawl flat out to the finish line!
I'd survived my first Soapbox Derby run. I'd suffered a couple of bruised elbows and I don't think I'll be populating the world with any more children, but I was in one piece.
LET'S GET READY TO TRUNDLE...
Paul 'The Stig' Barnett plots his route down the track...
TO BILLERICAY AND BEYOND...
Paul 'The Stig' Barnett gets some big air!
Paul 'The Stig' Barnett
Lead Pilot - Team VW Down Under
Check out the videos below of Paul 'The Stig' Barnett's epic maiden run in VW Down Under's first ever Soapbox Derby.
VW DOWN UNDER TV
THE PRE-RACE DANCE
THE FIRST RUN DOWN
THE FIRST RUN 2
THE SECOND RUN
A selection of photos from the day.
The VW Down Under Soapbox Entry
The VW Down Under Soapbox Entry