Oh the humanity of it all! On my way to work this morning I was stopped in my tracks by two Ariel Atoms parked outfront of an events place just round the corner. Instant parallel thought trains rocked through my mind, how the hell are they road legal in Canada ? and how the hell do I get myself in the passenger seat ?. Then a 360 Modena rocks up, along with a Porker. What's going on ? Finally I look out of my Atom induced haze to see the XBox 360 signage everywhere. Aha. Makes sense...Project Gotham Racing 4.
Righto so I rock back to the office. Get dressed so I look more professional than bike courier, rock back and start talking to various people. 5 mins later I'd managed to wangle a potential ride later in the day after telling my true tale of woe that I left New Zealand when an Atom track day was going down and missed out on the drive of my life. The clock strikes 4 (after hearing the Ferrari opening it up many times during the afternoon... Torture! Torture I tell you...). I jump up, grab camera, rock round the corner. "Oh No"
The Police. (with a heavy weighting on the period there)
Who would've thought that would've happened? No cars were going anywhere. Period. However the silver lining is at least I'm on the list for a track day for next summer, which gives me a good 10 months to work out how to justify the money for it to my S.O.
PGR4 event ? Atoms ? .. so close yet so far.
Oh the humanity of it all! On my way to work this morning I was stopped in my tracks by two Ariel Atoms parked outfront of an events place just round the corner. Instant parallel thought trains rocked through my mind, how the hell are they road legal in Canada ? and how the hell do I get myself in the passenger seat ?. Then a 360 Modena rocks up, along with a Porker. What's going on ? Finally I look out of my Atom induced haze to see the XBox 360 signage everywhere. Aha. Makes sense...Project Gotham Racing 4.
Righto so I rock back to the office. Get dressed so I look more professional than bike courier, rock back and start talking to various people. 5 mins later I'd managed to wangle a potential ride later in the day after telling my true tale of woe that I left New Zealand when an Atom track day was going down and missed out on the drive of my life. The clock strikes 4 (after hearing the Ferrari opening it up many times during the afternoon... Torture! Torture I tell you...). I jump up, grab camera, rock round the corner. "Oh No"
The Police. (with a heavy weighting on the period there)
Who would've thought that would've happened? No cars were going anywhere. Period. However the silver lining is at least I'm on the list for a track day for next summer, which gives me a good 10 months to work out how to justify the money for it to my S.O.
