Introducing Sir Adrian Dangerous. Well a big hello to all my texting buddies out there who have so kindly requested that I write my memories of this years Toshiba Rally Championship. I really am unsure of where to start but I suppose...
Introducing Sir Adrian Dangerous.
Well a big hello to all my texting buddies out there who have so kindly requested that I write my memories of this years Toshiba Rally Championship. I really am unsure of where to start but I suppose the beginning is as good a place as any, so hold onto to your mobiles - here we go.
For the first round of the championship I was actually contracted to act as the fastest information technology courier at the Rally of the Lakes in Killarney, and what a baptism of fire that weekend turned out to be, bearing in mind I have lived a very sheltered and stress-free life! Anyway, I was contracted by the Slabber (who I am sure a lot of you know well) and his trusty assistant and junior vice president Tyrone.com a.k.a the Oracle when it comes to any sporting event throughout the world. He is also the technical wizard behind this wonderful website. Anyway we loaded up my trusty mechanical steed and headed off to the ring of Kerry for what I had been told by the Slabber would be a fantastic 3-day trip with a chance to see the beautiful countryside the kingdom of Kerry had to offer. After arrival on the Thursday night we booked into the very cosmopolitan Gleneagle Hotel.
On Friday, the Slabber drove myself, Tyrone and Tyrone's buddy, the drunken chef, out over the stages. We selected our positions at the end of each stage and checked our phones for service. I was most impressed as it was all done with military precision (Dad's Army springs to mind). We then made our way to Kenmare, but not before we stopped to admire some local agricultural graffiti "FECK THE CROWS" which had been written on some bales of hay at the side of the road. I was delighted that the hay was intact and enlightened to know that crows in that part of the country could read so well.
The rally started on Saturday morning and I mounted my trusty steed, the Bandit, with great pride and made my way excitedly to stage 2, awaiting the arrival of the first car. I parked the bandit and walked towards the finish control resplendent in my black handcrafted leathers and black helmet. I felt a sense of pride; my mobile chirped in my pocket announcing the arrival of a text message; McGarrity had been fastest on stage 1 and Nesbitt had dropped 20secs - The Slabber and Tyrone.com had done a good job and the pressure was now solely on me for stage 2. Well, as, history shows I rose to the occasion as expected and the text service passed off with no problems and proved to be a wonderful success. We all met back at the hotel that evening where I was met by the crew who were leading the rally and officially christened me Sir Adrian Dangerous. What an honour and I most certainly was delighted and we celebrated until the early hours of the morning.
Day 2 of the Rally as you can imagine was very bright and far to sunny for me. Andrew Nesbitt went on to win the rally, Derek McGarrity suffered a puncture to finish 5th and Eamon Boland was the runner up - oh and by the way the drunken chef got drunk 3 times in the one day.