
I’m sorry that this pit news has taken so long to post but we’ve been busy trying to win a trophy… and I don’t know what Freddy Mercury and Montserrat Caballé were singing about when they released “Barcelona” in the late eighties but the words and music seem to fit my chase for the title perfectly… so with the music turned up loud here we go… (Please click on the attached external link at the bottom of this page first before reading further, with credit to Queen and Montserrat Caballé).
After Porto, I spent a weekend at the Goodwood Revival flying a P51 Mustang... it is such a great event and if you haven’t been, I’d recommend you try it. I was asked to fly a Mustang there and in the end flew five displays either as a two ship with another Mustang or as a four ship with the other Mustang and two Spitfires… and in the gaps we just enjoyed watching the car and motorcycle racing with the odd cup of tea and slice of cake… all very civilised. I also was asked to help judge the Spirit of Aviation aircraft competition alongside, amongst others, astronaut Buzz Aldrin… a truly memorable weekend.
Meanwhile it was back to the racing… I’ve been having this perfect dream for a while now (actually three years) where I win the last race of the season and claim the Championship trophy at the same time… I reckoned that it was achievable but for some reason I kept coming up short… what would the end of the 2009 season bring? As we mustered for the last race I was feeling unbelievably relaxed… I was wondering when and if the pressure would start to mount… I’d soon find out…
…and the Thursday training sessions would be where it started. Hannes and I were obviously feeling something as we ended up 7th and 9th respectively in training 1 (my net time was 4 seconds behind him) but 1st and 2nd after training 2 (me still 2 seconds behind his time). I went to bed that night with a hollow feeling as I was way off the pace and some of the other guys were well on the pace. Could they help Hannes to the win if he does well and I flounder down the field? Friday came with some guide and inspiration in the form of the Technical Director who declared that Hannes was running with an illegal compression ratio. As with Kirby in Windsor and Alex in Budapest, he would have to change his engine before the qualifying session on Saturday… relief for me as I couldn’t work out how he was going so fast… We followed that with winning the last training session on Friday whilst Hannes stayed in the hangar changing his engine (his spare was flown down to Barcelona in a Citation Jet direct from Salzburg… a convenient coincidence that the jet was flying down on Friday anyhow!) So we ended the day feeling slightly more optimistic but we were still off the pace…
Saturday was, as always, qualifying day… the wind had been behaving all week and had followed the traditional pattern of land breeze until lunchtime and then going around to a sea breeze in the afternoon… today was the same and the wind was just a gentle breeze. What wouldn’t be just a “breeze” was winning the one point available in the Q sessions. As Hannes hadn’t flown on Friday afternoon, he was starting the Q1 and as I was flying last, we in the Team Bonhomme hangar had the opportunity to watch his run. I briefed the team that we should be very careful with our demonstration of emotion as any grimacing, disappointment or even smiling could be used by the TV folks and might seem unsporting (I’ve been shown to laugh at a different time to real life before and it does look like bad form)… so with dead pan looks all round, Hannes entered the track for Q1. He then hit gate 3 and took out the pylon… We all managed to remain dead pan but deep down I knew that this pylon strike could be a pivotal moment in the race for the trophy… the bells weren’t ringing out yet but maybe they were getting nearer! After Hannes’ run was complete, our engineer Jim Reed muttered under his breath in a ventriloquist style, “Can I laugh now as I’ve just bitten my tongue and my mouth is full of blood!”… It was all Wade and I could do to run behind the scenes and wet ourselves laughing… I must stress we were not laughing at Hannes but just the situation… and in any case he had the last laugh on Q day as his next time in Q2 was an utterly devastating 1:21:06… we finished 4th in a trio of 1:22 times… cue the hollow feeling as I fell asleep that night now three points ahead instead of four with the tide going his way… Sunday would be fun…
On Wednesday in the build up to the race, we’d had an official opening of the race with several dignitaries and the trophy placed centre stage… I’d not seen it before but now I had… and in a very strange way I couldn’t look at it. I didn’t want to be photographed staring at it as I knew in my heart of hearts that if I did lose the competition, that photo would come back to haunt me… there followed a most amusing thirty minutes with me staring everywhere except at the Trophy… and I could see out of the corner of my eye a keen camera man just desperate for me to look… I just hoped that we, the trophy and I, would get to meet on Sunday…
…and Sunday arrived. My brief to myself was just to fly a steady run in the Top 12 and get into the next round and all would be fine. So that was easy then…! Briefing is one thing but actually going out and doing it is another thing altogether… I took off but the gentle breeze had picked up and some folks were having a torrid time in the Quaddro. The wind was blowing across the quad compressing the turn into a tight left hander that could leave you desperately short of space… hence the array of pylon hits and penalties we saw on gate 3… I must not do the same… I didn’t but when the Race Director announced my time and the fact that I was fifth (with still Matt Hall, Nicolas Ivanoff and Hannes Arch to fly) I’d risked the whole year on my “steady run”… it was a bit too steady and as I flew back to the airport, I wracked my brain to see where I could go faster…
The guys at the airport were great… Nigel, Wade, Jim and Zach were all extremely calm and were hiding their concerns extremely well. Wade and I looked at the split times and recognized a couple of places where I was losing time… Jim’s final words to me as I climbed back in for the Super 8 round were along the lines of “stop thinking about it too much and just do what you do best!”… amazingly it worked and we finished first in that round… meanwhile Hannes had just posted a time of 1:24:30 but included in that was a two second penalty… so he was still consistently quicker than me with net times which would mean that this whole year was going down to the wire. I’d have to be extremely careful in the Final Four round and also hope that the “spoilers”, the guys that had suddenly picked up the pace in this race, would not get in between a winning Hannes and me…
There followed a super-quick turn-around… which is a feat in itself. One aspect of these races is that you cannot afford to get dehydrated… hence we all sip away all day to avoid even getting close to drying out. So the situation goes something like this… you drink all day, then you drink some more, you then put on a 6.5 kg G-suit, a parachute and a life-jacket and then strap yourself super-tight into an aeroplane and then pull 11g… and guess what, you then need to go to the toilet… I’m always amused that even in the quickest of turn-arounds, what with re-fueling, checking of split times, analyzing video footage and drinking more water… there is always the vision of me staggering to the toilet because by then I’ll be bursting! Sorry to share that with you but it’s not all Champagne and medals!
So into the Final Four I went, knowing that this could be make or break. I knew now that I just needed to be third or better which also meant “penalty free”… I could not afford to make a mistake as either Hannes, Nigel lamb or Matthias Dolderer would be there to pounce… I flew after Nigel and Matthias and knew that my time was pretty good… it felt like my Super 8 run and I was sure that I’d not made any mistakes (it was actually a 1:22:87… 0.02 of a second slower than my previous run)…I then went into the hold to watch Hannes fly… now normally you cannot tell from above whether another pilot has done well or not because you don’t have his time and you cannot see any penalties… but when you see a gate fall down, you do know that it’s going to be 6 seconds more than before! That is exactly what I saw and I bit my tongue!!! Was this the moment? Jimmy Di Matteo, the Race Director, read out the times and confirmed that I’d won the Barcelona race and also the Championship… YEEEEEEEE HAAAAAAA!!!! After a gentle (actually not so gentle) loop and a roll for the crowd I flew back to the race airport staring out to the west watching the sun start to set on the Barcelona horizon… such a beautiful horizon!
Words and music by Freddie Mercury and Mike Moran
Barcelona barcelona
Barcelona barcelona
Viva
I had this perfect dream
-un sueno me envolvio
This dream was me and you
-tal vez estas aqui
I want all the world to see
-un instinto me guiaba
A miracle sensation
My guide and inspiration
Now my dream is slowly coming true
The wind is a gentle breeze
-el me hablo de ti
The bells are ringing out
-el canto vuela
They�re calling us together
Guiding us forever
Wish my dream would never go away
Barcelona - it was the first time that we met
Barcelona - how can I forget
The moment that you stepped into the room you took my breath away
Barcelona - la musica vibros
Barcelona - y ella nos unio
And if God willing we will meet again someday
Let the songs begin
-dejalo nacer
Let the music play
-ahhhhhhhh...
Make the voices sing
-nace un gran amor
Start the celebration
-van a mi
And cry
-grita
Come alive
-vive
And shake the foundations from the skies
Ah,ah,shaking all our lives
Barcelona - such a beautiful horizon
Barcelona - like a jewel in the sun
Por ti sere gaviota de tu bella mar
Barcelona - suenan las campamas
Barcelona - abre tus puertas al mundo
If God is willing
-if God is willing
If God is willing
Friends until the end
Viva - barcelona