That fact that you’re reading this blog should confirm that I succeeded in finding enough diesel to make the 140km journey from the Atlantic coast, sure that doesn’t sound far but on Monday morning things were looking fairly bleak. After…
Grêve. It's a word that strikes fear into my very soul, and one that I've come across more than once since I started competing in France. For those of you less familiar with it's meaning, I'll translate it for you: strike.…
It's a good thing I have a sense of humour, and an ever increasing ability to stay calm in a crisis. My first journey to France in 2016 involved a trip to my local Renault garage to source a part…
After the long winter I'm always itching to get in the car and go testing, this year especially as I was hoping to get a glimpse of the many changes made to it at JWA. And so to Curborough sprint…