Honey... I'm home!
I sit here on my bed on top of a mountain of clothes, books, paper and stuff. Exhausted but happy. The year is finally drawing to a close and who would have thought at the start that it would have held all the blessings that it has for me.
I have only just started to unpack from my trip to Dubai (Hence the mountains of things in my room!) and thought that this would be the best time to cover all the things that happened leading up to it, during it and the aftermath.
Monday 5th December, 2005
As a lot of you will know, in-between rounds of the A1 I turned 21, my best friend got married and I had to prepare for the exams I would have to sit when I got back to earth. So, will all of those things well underway and eventually over with, I looked forward to preparing for my flight. After a phone conference with Dale from A1 Team AUS at the Office for women, I was set up with my itinerary for my flight to Dubai. I wasn’t told flight times but I knew that my leave date had been moved forward to Tuesday 6th December. For me this was in the hope that I could get in some sight seeing before we had to get to work, for the guys I guess that was so I wouldn’t be dead on my feet for unpacking day…
Tuesday 6th December, 2005
I soon realize that my hard-copy itinerary was different to the one I had been told verbally and that was online. Everyone else involved in getting me over to Dubai hit panic stations because there was a 2 hour difference in my leave times from the airport… that could prove to be a bit of a problem as Emirates Airways, whom I was going with, ask that you be present 3 hours before take off. With this minor hiccup sorted my parents and I made our way through Sydney peak hour traffic to make it to the airport just in time for check in.
With all systems go I jumped on my flight and was off! Now, I have been on planes before, or so I am told. But nothing that I can actually remember. Seeing as all my long distance travel has been motorsport related since, I have always had 2 feet or at least 4 wheels firmly on the ground as I had to tow whatever form of motorsport vehicle it was, all over Australia. So, takeoff was something new for me. I thought that it would be a HUGE rush from take-off, all the way through the flight. Takeoff sure was, and I captured it on video, but the rest of the flight was just like sitting in a big bus. As I was on one of the wings, and as our part of the world is currently in monsoon season, it was a bit of a noisy and bumpy ride, but for the rest of it, it was ok. My only problem was sleep. I just couldn’t do it! I had a WHOLE row of seats to myself all the way to Bangkok, but just couldn’t get the hang of it.
Farewell Sydney Airport!My first view of another country, Bangkok airport 
Wednesday 7th December, 2005
Upon touch down in Dubai, I didn’t really feel like I was on the opposite side of the world to where I had always been. The first thing that really did it for me was reaching the immigration lines where hundreds of people queued to get into Dubai. It was like something you see on TV. All these soldiers in Arab military uniforms and so many men and women clothed in native dress. Immigration itself was nothing to rave about. Just who was there. Because I was ridding economy class I had to wait with everyone else, but the first Aussie I clapped eyes on was Will Davison, the Australian driver who happened to be flying Business Class and was able to sail through the fast lane. I kept looking at my watch, Dubai time, and realized that the time that my ride was meant to be coming had long passed and I wasn’t even halfway down the line yet!
Eventually I got through Immigration and was again swamped by people when I got out into Arrivals. Left right and centre, there were men asking me if I would like to be taken in their cab anywhere. I looked for any Aussies I could recognize but couldn’t find any. Then I clamped eyes on Alan Jones. F1 star and scared, lost little Aussie gal’s savior. Seeing as I am only a poor uni student, Optus wouldn’t cover me whilst I was overseas, so my mobile phone wouldn’t work. But Alan’s did and he made a few phone calls for me to ensure that there was a ride on the way for me, and whilst he and Will left in another car to go to a separate Hotel, I was left to get to know the guys in the Valet parking area. For 2 hours we chatted about nothing in particular on their experiences of Australia and Dubai, how one of them, a 50 or so old man had been sky diving there on his last trip and how much he liked Australia but how much I would love Dubai. And he wasn’t wrong. When finally poor Dale had fought his way through the crazy morning traffic to the airport, I got my first taste of what everyone had been telling me about. As we traveled through the CBD, Jumeriah I think it is, past some of the biggest and most beautiful buildings I had ever seen, I just sat in silence whilst Dale talked.
Then all of a sudden we were in the middle of the desert. When I have been asked to describe Dubai since, the only thing that I can sum up where we were is as “Melbourne with lots of sand.” Because that is what it is like. With a couple of crazy work men digging holes in the desert and climbing up 25 meter high scaffolding with no restraints to construct billboards. All in the desert. People rave at this point about the amount of camels that they see in this part of Dubai. For the record, I would like to state that at NO time in my travels did I see ANY camels. The only one I was fortunate enough to see was the stuffed one I bought in duty free at the airport!
Anyways, on arriving at my hotel I was shown to my room. I stepped inside and said to the Bell boy “Are you sure this is my room?” He nodded with a smile. It was bigger than my WHOLE dorm and bathroom and next door’s at my university dorm. And the bathroom even had a bum washer! It was crazy fancy, and I LOVED it! I’ve already said since getting home, that when we go on motorsport tours from now on, it is 3 or 4 star minimum… No more caravan parks!
So, out to the track we went for my first glance at one of the world’s most technologically advanced circuits. I was excited to say the least. My track experience at an international level extends to Bathurst and Eastern Creek! When you get to the circuit, the first thing you see are the towering grandstands. There is 3 of them. At least 1 fully enclosed to house the patrons spectating from the sand filled high winds that can whip up around the place. Once in we are shown into the pits. This time in between Lebanon and India. But still close enough to the Dutch boys, Team Aus’ new best friends.
We spend most of the first day unpacking the mass of containers that the series is stored and shipped in.
Notice the odd handbag out?
Upon touch down in Dubai, I didn’t really feel like I was on the opposite side of the world to where I had always been. The first thing that really did it for me was reaching the immigration lines where hundreds of people queued to get into Dubai. It was like something you see on TV. All these soldiers in Arab military uniforms and so many men and women clothed in native dress. Immigration itself was nothing to rave about. Just who was there. Because I was ridding economy class I had to wait with everyone else, but the first Aussie I clapped eyes on was Will Davison, the Australian driver who happened to be flying Business Class and was able to sail through the fast lane. I kept looking at my watch, Dubai time, and realized that the time that my ride was meant to be coming had long passed and I wasn’t even halfway down the line yet!
Eventually I got through Immigration and was again swamped by people when I got out into Arrivals. Left right and centre, there were men asking me if I would like to be taken in their cab anywhere. I looked for any Aussies I could recognize but couldn’t find any. Then I clamped eyes on Alan Jones. F1 star and scared, lost little Aussie gal’s savior. Seeing as I am only a poor uni student, Optus wouldn’t cover me whilst I was overseas, so my mobile phone wouldn’t work. But Alan’s did and he made a few phone calls for me to ensure that there was a ride on the way for me, and whilst he and Will left in another car to go to a separate Hotel, I was left to get to know the guys in the Valet parking area. For 2 hours we chatted about nothing in particular on their experiences of Australia and Dubai, how one of them, a 50 or so old man had been sky diving there on his last trip and how much he liked Australia but how much I would love Dubai. And he wasn’t wrong. When finally poor Dale had fought his way through the crazy morning traffic to the airport, I got my first taste of what everyone had been telling me about. As we traveled through the CBD, Jumeriah I think it is, past some of the biggest and most beautiful buildings I had ever seen, I just sat in silence whilst Dale talked.
Then all of a sudden we were in the middle of the desert. When I have been asked to describe Dubai since, the only thing that I can sum up where we were is as “Melbourne with lots of sand.” Because that is what it is like. With a couple of crazy work men digging holes in the desert and climbing up 25 meter high scaffolding with no restraints to construct billboards. All in the desert. People rave at this point about the amount of camels that they see in this part of Dubai. For the record, I would like to state that at NO time in my travels did I see ANY camels. The only one I was fortunate enough to see was the stuffed one I bought in duty free at the airport!
Anyways, on arriving at my hotel I was shown to my room. I stepped inside and said to the Bell boy “Are you sure this is my room?” He nodded with a smile. It was bigger than my WHOLE dorm and bathroom and next door’s at my university dorm. And the bathroom even had a bum washer! It was crazy fancy, and I LOVED it! I’ve already said since getting home, that when we go on motorsport tours from now on, it is 3 or 4 star minimum… No more caravan parks!
So, out to the track we went for my first glance at one of the world’s most technologically advanced circuits. I was excited to say the least. My track experience at an international level extends to Bathurst and Eastern Creek! When you get to the circuit, the first thing you see are the towering grandstands. There is 3 of them. At least 1 fully enclosed to house the patrons spectating from the sand filled high winds that can whip up around the place. Once in we are shown into the pits. This time in between Lebanon and India. But still close enough to the Dutch boys, Team Aus’ new best friends.
We spend most of the first day unpacking the mass of containers that the series is stored and shipped in.
Notice the odd handbag out?The Track Shack, where Gaz has to fix all the things I break!
Thursday 8th December, 2005
Thursday is much the same. After a delightful dinner at the Italian/American restaurant in the mall which was attached to our Hotel-the night before, I headed back to my room and set my alarm for the 6:30 I would need to get up to go to the track with the team. Little did I know that I set it for 6:30pm and not am. Consequentially I got to ride in with the race engineers at a latter time and copped a ribbing from the boys for it.
Thursday is much the same. After a delightful dinner at the Italian/American restaurant in the mall which was attached to our Hotel-the night before, I headed back to my room and set my alarm for the 6:30 I would need to get up to go to the track with the team. Little did I know that I set it for 6:30pm and not am. Consequentially I got to ride in with the race engineers at a latter time and copped a ribbing from the boys for it.
Crazy Dutch FansMore crazy Dutch!
Friday 9th December, 2005
By Friday things look in place, our stand in mechanic Jackie has arrived, and the boys get ready to go out for practice. The drivers, Will and Christian have been more involved in prep for this round then I have EVER seen drivers be before. It was awesome. They were even there on Wednesday when we unpacked.
Friday also is practice day. A chance to scrub in tyres, for the drivers to work out the best way around the track and for the Engineers to tune the car to the way that they think will make it perform the best. Our first 2 sessions were spent with Christian Jones in the car. He did well and was able to set the pace and the feel of the car for Will to hop in. Will set quicker times and was later chosen as the driver for the weekend, but suffered some bad luck when he spun and flat spotted a set of the race tyres that the team were hoping to use in Qualifying or the race. Seeing as the team are only provided with a certain number of tyres for the race weekend, this meant bad news. Strategies had to be changed and different tactics used to ensure that we would have enough suitable rubber to last us the weekend.
The Rubber in Question
By Friday things look in place, our stand in mechanic Jackie has arrived, and the boys get ready to go out for practice. The drivers, Will and Christian have been more involved in prep for this round then I have EVER seen drivers be before. It was awesome. They were even there on Wednesday when we unpacked.
Friday also is practice day. A chance to scrub in tyres, for the drivers to work out the best way around the track and for the Engineers to tune the car to the way that they think will make it perform the best. Our first 2 sessions were spent with Christian Jones in the car. He did well and was able to set the pace and the feel of the car for Will to hop in. Will set quicker times and was later chosen as the driver for the weekend, but suffered some bad luck when he spun and flat spotted a set of the race tyres that the team were hoping to use in Qualifying or the race. Seeing as the team are only provided with a certain number of tyres for the race weekend, this meant bad news. Strategies had to be changed and different tactics used to ensure that we would have enough suitable rubber to last us the weekend.
The Rubber in QuestionWill in the car looking at dash readings
Saturday 10th December, 2005
Saturday came and again I was given the chance to spend time with Engineers Paul and Matt G. This meant that I was able to look over the data of practice and the 4 qualifying sessions that would follow today. The data heralded some interesting things and I learnt a lot about how the car behaves on this circuit under the loadings that it introduces on the car, as well as about how to correct those things through aerodynamic adjustments and suspension geometry adjustments. Some things were tried out and others dismissed, but eventually the car was got to a point in time where both driver and engineer were happy with the outcome.
As it was though, we qualified 22nd and were relegated to the back of the grid. This not being all bad as the selected driver, Will Davison, is known for his fighting ability and it was trusted that he would soon make the best of it and fight his way back though the pack, pit stop permitting and as long as no one else takes him out, as has become customary at the back of the pack in A1.
Sunday 11th December, 2005
Sunday came all too soon as I knew that the big races were coming and my time in Dubai was coming to a close. And I hadn’t even been shopping yet!
The sprint race, which is a 15 minute dash to the finish, was first up and as we grided up my new job was as tyre warmer holder. Nothing very exciting to an outsider, or even by the standards to the race engineers and mechanics. But it meant that I had something to do and got to stay on the grid until the last buzzer sounded for it to be cleared.
As we grided up for the sprint, we looked around and saw that we weren’t too badly placed as we were surrounded by good drivers from team like The Netherlands and Austria. The buzzer sounded and we cleared the grid. As we got back to the pit we were able to watch on the screen the goings on of the start and the race. A problem with the paddle shift steering wheel on the car meant that Will was driving and the car would pull gears on it’s own. Something that Team Aus had never had a problem with, but realized could prove fatal if it decided to pull a gear at a very in-optune time. To fix it meant changing over steering wheels between this car and the spare, at least. The pit stop cost time and again Will was forced back down the standings. We eventually came 16th and were again towards the back for the feature race. By this stage everyone was pretty quiet in the pits, just trying to prep the car and get everything checked over in the short amount of time before the feature race.
With the same role again, I made my way down to the grid, praying the whole time
that we could at least fight through to a points paying position. This would mean that the guys could at least finish off their year with something close to the fantastic start that they had at Brands Hatch.
Once off the start, Will made Lemonade with the Lemons he was given, Consistently moving through the pack. Moving up to 3rd at his highest position. And early pitstop was the strategy with teams like Netherlands following suit. But a freak accident with the rattle gun on the front left meant that the pit stop which looked to be one of the boys fastest yet, blew out to around 60 seconds. The team pulled together though to ensure that Will was put back out again and given the best chance possible.
With near misses with teams like Mexico, Will kept powering through the hour until an accident in front caused him to loose 9th position to Jos Verstappen of the Dutch team when he chose to avoid it on a certain side. The final standings were some of the most surprising ever. France and Great Britain aside. The South African team experienced their first podium and China were lucky enough to get up to 5th. Their first points pay off also. We were lucky enough to come in at 10th.
Once back in the pits, the guys were ready to pack up. Will was congratulated on his driving and everyone let the weight of the last day impact on them. We had fought through mistakes, accidents and bad luck to get into the top 10. A great achievement by any standards. But now it was party time and the guys shut up shop and headed home for the team Christy/End of round dinner, hosted by Mr Alan Docking.
It was a great weekend for me, team finishing position aside. I learnt so much and amongst that was part of a great team. I learnt how to do things without being asked. Not the type of stuff just like cleaning up that your parents wished you would do, but listening to what the guys were doing and getting to know what they would need next to finish the job. I don’t know how well I did at it, but at least I think I was learning to ask the right questions. I learnt more again about data and car handling and was blessed enough to have guys like Paul and Matt G teaching me. Matt G even gave me a thesis topic for my 2007 thesis! That was one less thing off my mind. Hopefully I will have the chance next summer to get over to England to go and research it, but that trip will be a whole year in the making yet. For the rest of this year and next I will be trying to put all that I have learned into practice with my team and whatever other teams I am lucky enough to be a part of.
I want to send out a huge thankyou first to Sandra Nori and all the Ladies at the Office for Women. You have gone to extraordinary lengths to make sure that I was given this opportunity. I know for sure that you were heaven sent. What else could have possessed you to want to do this. For me of all people! This is the only thing that I want to do… and the only thing I am driven enough to do. And as the sign on my wall says “I could not imagine doing anything else right now.”
I also want to thank the Team Australia guys. Thankyou to Alan Docking for giving me the chance. Without you and your team also this would not have happened. Thankyou to Engineers Paul and Matt G. You explained heaps of stuff and even when you wouldn’t have expected it, you taught me heaps. To the dudes. You put up with so many blonde moments, so many times where you must have wanted to slap me, already laden down with your own work but willing to take the time to show me how to do something and fixing it when I stuffed it up. To Norm, I’m sorry for breaking you 1/8th socket allen key. I know it was your favourite. To Matt S, I’m sorry for making you have to find things for me to do. Dutch boys don’t count. To Gaz, sorry that you had to fix stuff that I broke. To Matt K, sorry I stuffed up heaps and didn’t say thankyou enough. I promise when I grow up I won’t leave the tools out anymore. To Jackie, thanks for not making me feel like the only one stupid enough to try and do this all at the same time. To Grumps, thanks for not getting angry at me… that I know of at least! Thanks Adam for making sure that I didn’t get in the way too much and could work out where I am meant to be going next.
And thanks to Dale, Ron, Roy and all the other guys in the Aussie offices of A1 for making it possible to accommodate me as one of the boys. You did a fantastic job.
All this wouldn’t have been possible for me to have done without the support, prayers and sacrifices of so many people. I have tried to thankyou all here, and if I missed you, please don’t feel cut. I tried, and failed but had heaps of fun because of it!
So, as Sunday night drew to a close I made my way back to the Hotel. Exhausted but happy that I had been able to be a part of it and as far as I could see, make the most of it.
I have to admit, once back to the hotel, it didn’t stop there. It was about a 2am get in and I met a bunch of the Austrian team there who didn’t want to turn in yet either.
They are also a fantastic bunch of guys made up of Poms, Germans and Fins. I learnt some German and more stuff about motorsport and made some new friends. But I also ended up more exhausted and figured that if I went to bed now, I wouldn’t be up in time for my 6am leave. So, upstairs I trotted to pack, where after about 5 minutes I fell asleep with my head in my suitcase! Luckily I woke up at around 5am and quickly jammed everything back into my bags and headed downstairs for breakfast and checkout. Again I teetered on falling asleep in the lounge whilst waiting for my cab, but once on my way it finally kicked in that my adventure was over. I was going home. As I passed all those fantastic buildings again I decided that Dubai was definantly worth another visit, preferably at another A1 round! But this time my spending budget would be bigger and shopping would be a mandatory part of the trip!
On the way home we were delayed by some medical emergency on the flight. But once dad picked me up I near passed out from exhaustion in the car and once home slept from 10am until the next morning! But what a rush!
Since getting home I have sat 2 exams, travelled to Goulburn and back again for a drive day hosted by Gulf Western Oils and as already stated, have unpacked all my luggage from those 2 trips.
From here to the end of the year I start looking for a job, a bunch of new sponsors and perhaps even a new race car! But I know this for sure… I will be going into next year with more enthusiasm than ever, of what might happen!
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Saturday came and again I was given the chance to spend time with Engineers Paul and Matt G. This meant that I was able to look over the data of practice and the 4 qualifying sessions that would follow today. The data heralded some interesting things and I learnt a lot about how the car behaves on this circuit under the loadings that it introduces on the car, as well as about how to correct those things through aerodynamic adjustments and suspension geometry adjustments. Some things were tried out and others dismissed, but eventually the car was got to a point in time where both driver and engineer were happy with the outcome.
As it was though, we qualified 22nd and were relegated to the back of the grid. This not being all bad as the selected driver, Will Davison, is known for his fighting ability and it was trusted that he would soon make the best of it and fight his way back though the pack, pit stop permitting and as long as no one else takes him out, as has become customary at the back of the pack in A1.
Sunday 11th December, 2005
Sunday came all too soon as I knew that the big races were coming and my time in Dubai was coming to a close. And I hadn’t even been shopping yet!
The sprint race, which is a 15 minute dash to the finish, was first up and as we grided up my new job was as tyre warmer holder. Nothing very exciting to an outsider, or even by the standards to the race engineers and mechanics. But it meant that I had something to do and got to stay on the grid until the last buzzer sounded for it to be cleared.
As we grided up for the sprint, we looked around and saw that we weren’t too badly placed as we were surrounded by good drivers from team like The Netherlands and Austria. The buzzer sounded and we cleared the grid. As we got back to the pit we were able to watch on the screen the goings on of the start and the race. A problem with the paddle shift steering wheel on the car meant that Will was driving and the car would pull gears on it’s own. Something that Team Aus had never had a problem with, but realized could prove fatal if it decided to pull a gear at a very in-optune time. To fix it meant changing over steering wheels between this car and the spare, at least. The pit stop cost time and again Will was forced back down the standings. We eventually came 16th and were again towards the back for the feature race. By this stage everyone was pretty quiet in the pits, just trying to prep the car and get everything checked over in the short amount of time before the feature race.
With the same role again, I made my way down to the grid, praying the whole time
that we could at least fight through to a points paying position. This would mean that the guys could at least finish off their year with something close to the fantastic start that they had at Brands Hatch.
Once off the start, Will made Lemonade with the Lemons he was given, Consistently moving through the pack. Moving up to 3rd at his highest position. And early pitstop was the strategy with teams like Netherlands following suit. But a freak accident with the rattle gun on the front left meant that the pit stop which looked to be one of the boys fastest yet, blew out to around 60 seconds. The team pulled together though to ensure that Will was put back out again and given the best chance possible.
With near misses with teams like Mexico, Will kept powering through the hour until an accident in front caused him to loose 9th position to Jos Verstappen of the Dutch team when he chose to avoid it on a certain side. The final standings were some of the most surprising ever. France and Great Britain aside. The South African team experienced their first podium and China were lucky enough to get up to 5th. Their first points pay off also. We were lucky enough to come in at 10th.
Once back in the pits, the guys were ready to pack up. Will was congratulated on his driving and everyone let the weight of the last day impact on them. We had fought through mistakes, accidents and bad luck to get into the top 10. A great achievement by any standards. But now it was party time and the guys shut up shop and headed home for the team Christy/End of round dinner, hosted by Mr Alan Docking.
It was a great weekend for me, team finishing position aside. I learnt so much and amongst that was part of a great team. I learnt how to do things without being asked. Not the type of stuff just like cleaning up that your parents wished you would do, but listening to what the guys were doing and getting to know what they would need next to finish the job. I don’t know how well I did at it, but at least I think I was learning to ask the right questions. I learnt more again about data and car handling and was blessed enough to have guys like Paul and Matt G teaching me. Matt G even gave me a thesis topic for my 2007 thesis! That was one less thing off my mind. Hopefully I will have the chance next summer to get over to England to go and research it, but that trip will be a whole year in the making yet. For the rest of this year and next I will be trying to put all that I have learned into practice with my team and whatever other teams I am lucky enough to be a part of.
I want to send out a huge thankyou first to Sandra Nori and all the Ladies at the Office for Women. You have gone to extraordinary lengths to make sure that I was given this opportunity. I know for sure that you were heaven sent. What else could have possessed you to want to do this. For me of all people! This is the only thing that I want to do… and the only thing I am driven enough to do. And as the sign on my wall says “I could not imagine doing anything else right now.”
I also want to thank the Team Australia guys. Thankyou to Alan Docking for giving me the chance. Without you and your team also this would not have happened. Thankyou to Engineers Paul and Matt G. You explained heaps of stuff and even when you wouldn’t have expected it, you taught me heaps. To the dudes. You put up with so many blonde moments, so many times where you must have wanted to slap me, already laden down with your own work but willing to take the time to show me how to do something and fixing it when I stuffed it up. To Norm, I’m sorry for breaking you 1/8th socket allen key. I know it was your favourite. To Matt S, I’m sorry for making you have to find things for me to do. Dutch boys don’t count. To Gaz, sorry that you had to fix stuff that I broke. To Matt K, sorry I stuffed up heaps and didn’t say thankyou enough. I promise when I grow up I won’t leave the tools out anymore. To Jackie, thanks for not making me feel like the only one stupid enough to try and do this all at the same time. To Grumps, thanks for not getting angry at me… that I know of at least! Thanks Adam for making sure that I didn’t get in the way too much and could work out where I am meant to be going next.
And thanks to Dale, Ron, Roy and all the other guys in the Aussie offices of A1 for making it possible to accommodate me as one of the boys. You did a fantastic job.
All this wouldn’t have been possible for me to have done without the support, prayers and sacrifices of so many people. I have tried to thankyou all here, and if I missed you, please don’t feel cut. I tried, and failed but had heaps of fun because of it!
So, as Sunday night drew to a close I made my way back to the Hotel. Exhausted but happy that I had been able to be a part of it and as far as I could see, make the most of it.
I have to admit, once back to the hotel, it didn’t stop there. It was about a 2am get in and I met a bunch of the Austrian team there who didn’t want to turn in yet either.
They are also a fantastic bunch of guys made up of Poms, Germans and Fins. I learnt some German and more stuff about motorsport and made some new friends. But I also ended up more exhausted and figured that if I went to bed now, I wouldn’t be up in time for my 6am leave. So, upstairs I trotted to pack, where after about 5 minutes I fell asleep with my head in my suitcase! Luckily I woke up at around 5am and quickly jammed everything back into my bags and headed downstairs for breakfast and checkout. Again I teetered on falling asleep in the lounge whilst waiting for my cab, but once on my way it finally kicked in that my adventure was over. I was going home. As I passed all those fantastic buildings again I decided that Dubai was definantly worth another visit, preferably at another A1 round! But this time my spending budget would be bigger and shopping would be a mandatory part of the trip!
On the way home we were delayed by some medical emergency on the flight. But once dad picked me up I near passed out from exhaustion in the car and once home slept from 10am until the next morning! But what a rush!
Since getting home I have sat 2 exams, travelled to Goulburn and back again for a drive day hosted by Gulf Western Oils and as already stated, have unpacked all my luggage from those 2 trips.
From here to the end of the year I start looking for a job, a bunch of new sponsors and perhaps even a new race car! But I know this for sure… I will be going into next year with more enthusiasm than ever, of what might happen!
Go back to Lasts and Lasts Motorsport's Webpage via this URL: www.lasts.com.au