The floodlit dirt course consisted of hairpin after hairpin, and attracted quite a crowd. Lucky motorsport fans got on to balconies; luckier ones got into the infield. I tried to take photographs of the racing and the firework display, but had limited success.
Friday saw six desert stages. I got into position inside a hairpin bend and took photos. Colin's new Roast Beef Racing Range Rover was a no-show. Apparently there was a minor electrical fault that killed the fuel pump. It was fixed in the service area and Roast Beef Racing was allowed to play on the afternoon session, going last because of missing three special stages.
I followed Colin and his co-driver Ramzi out of the first afternoon stage and belted the bash plate of my car on a rock. Still, that is what the sheet of 9 mm aluminium is for, and I was spared expensive damage to my non-rally-prepared 4WD.
This stage was not good for Ron and Jamie in their Impreza:
Fair play to them. They got the car back on its wheels and kept going, minus a lot of laminated glass.
Meanwhile, here's Colin and Ramzi proving that Range Rovers can really fly.
2 comments:
Brilliant photos Mr Goat!
Thanks. I was in the right place at the right time, just for a change.
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