Cheddar Valley Racing – The Blog – Part the Third. “New Beginnings”
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Wes ere, yep Wes Tonsupermare back with you all at last to bring you up to date on all the goings on ere at Cheddar Valley Racing.
As I’m writing this, once again ensconced in the snug at the Castle of Comfort inn down here in the sunny Mendip hills, pint of West Country fighting juice in one hand and pen firmly grasped in the other, I can’t help but reflect on the last couple of years. You will remember that it was just before Christmas with our new KERs system about to be launched, old Jack designing like there was no tomorrow and Ed and Ted sticking bits of car together like they were going out of fashion, when we last spoke to our fan base.
“What happened Wes?” I hear you ask, well it’s a good question and one that I hope to answer in the next few paragraphs.
In a word or two, not a great deal happened. We sent our car off to the FIA to be crash tested and when we didn’t hear anything after a couple of weeks I gave the boys over there in Paris a quick call. Apparently our car never made it over there for testing. It got lost in the post. I guess it serves us right for sending it second class during the Christmas rush but we were pretty miffed I can tell you. After a quick whip round in the pub to try and drum up funds to buy enough bits for a new car, it quickly became clear that we were in trouble.
Mrs Ed, our team chef, spanner thrower and all round women to be avoided when she’s in a bad mood, came to our rescue when she reminded me of an organisation called FOM who hide in a secret bunker in the middle of somewhere near nowhere. The mysterious leader of the FOM is said to help out little teams in distress in return for a few favours of his own. So, setting off up the motorway to the big city in my car with a barrel of finest West Country Rough on the back seat as an offering I went to seek out the chap they call Bernie.
That’s where things went wrong again for our fledgling outfit. When I arrived at the FOM bunker I found this short grey haired chap with glasses and a look of constant bewilderment on his face. I took him to be the doorman but he was stomping around like he owned the place. He told me I couldn’t come in unless I was a member. I told him that I was a West Country Member and he said, yes he did remember and that was why I couldn’t come in. Charming I thought, so I called him a jumped up little git and went home for a Shepard’s Pie and to call a team meeting.
Well, then we found out that Mr Mosley had retired, the jumped up doorman turned out to be a certain Mr B Ecclestone and our application to join FOTA had been rejected on the grounds that they’d never heard of us and that was that.
Well, I can tell you now, in an exclusive bit of news to our fans on Clip The Apex…..
CHEDDAR VALLEY RACING IS BACK………
Stay tuned for more cider based antics from the West Countries finest F1 team.