Last night medic Andy Kermode carried out an emergency beardectomy. Sadly the patient could only ever partially recover.
Competition update, after yesterday we have gone up two places to 18th. I think only 22 classics are still on for a gold medal. We’re one of them.
Everyone on the rally here has been shocked by the Brexit vote. I am as concerned by the seeming collapse of both political parties at a time when we could use proper leadership. That Brexit campaigners can win the vote but seem totally bereft of ideas of what to do next is extraordinary. The UK seems so broken, with differences between age groups, regions and nationalities, attitudes to immigration, work, savings and pensions. Obviously the country is waiting on my manifesto.
They had a huge podium we had to drive over clutching presents from the Civil authorities.
On arrival in Perm we were the main event again:
The other big news from today is I managed to bust the front suspension again. Two massive potholes in the road and I didn’t see them. I woke up to the danger at the last moment, braked hard, and tried to steer a safe path through them. Too late, we took the wrong route and too fast. A big hit and the steering geometry changed. Jonathan has every right to be furious but restricted himself to a few sharp thoughts on my driving, our growing reputation in the event as the fastest idiots and concern that we aren’t going to finish…
Car 38 joined the High Rollers Club
Jill Kilpatrick seems to have mastered the art of motor servicing.
Welding today’s cracked compression strut
Hard work getting the crowds out of the way so we (Jonathan) could work on the car.
Medic v robot. Had to leave off giggling about it when it turned and showed off its target acquisition radar and face recognition. Scary.