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Archive for the month “August, 2012”

Nick Yelloly on WSR Silverstone

The aggressive young Englishman continues to impress

“Houston. Tranquility Base here. The Eagle has landed.”

Neil Armstrong. 3:18pm Houston time, July 20, 1969

It’s a terrible photo, I know.  For me, though, it still takes me directly back to the day I saw them  – saw Neil Armstrong, Edwin Aldrin and Michael Collins on a sunny spring day in Sydney, Australia.  As part of their world tour, post Apollo 11, they were paraded down Elizabeth Street towards the building site that would soon be Jorn Utzon’s Opera House.  We’d travelled to Mascot Airport to see them arrive by 707.  And now, in the golden light, we waited.  That’s me in the checked shirt.  I was thinking of the morning a few months before when I’d walked to Manly Wharf, transistor at my ear, listening to The Moment.  I was obsessed then by motor racing – I still am – but for this event I pressed “pause”.   The Eagle’s landing surpassed anything I’d ever known.

I never got to meet Neil Armstrong;  like many, I thought about trying to slide my way into one of his lectures in Columbus, Ohio, but I never did.  He looked like the sort of gentleman who would appreciate a lack of attention.  I met Dave Scott, though, at F1 races – and I listened to his Apollo 15 “team-mate”, Jim Irwin, speak wise words one Sunday morning in Hyde Park, London.

Through Charlie Chrichton-Stuart, one of Sir Frank Williams’s dearest friends and an F3 driver of great rapidity, I also discovered Carrying The Fire – the book written by Mike Collins in the wake of Apollo 11.  I  was in South Africa for the Grand Prix in 1981. Charlie and I had adjoining hotel rooms and on a sleepy, warm Wednesday afternoon I asked him what he was reading.

“The book written by the astronaut who didn’t land on the moon,” replied Charlie, puffing on yet another cigarette.  “Mike Collins.  The Command Module pilot.  Absolutely brilliant.  You can have it after I’ve finished.  Lots of Edwards Air Force base and lots of Apollo detail.  Can’t put it down.”

Charlie was correct.  Carrying The Fire is without question one of the best books I’ve ever read – non-fiction or otherwise.   Beautifully-written;  beautifully alive.

And so I make no excuse for quoting a few extracts from it now, on the day we say goodbye to Neil Armstrong:

“…Although I can’t see the Lunar Module (LM), I can listen, as Neil and Buzz describe what no men have seen before – the view from the surface of another planet.  I can’t help interrupting.  ‘Sounds like it looks a lot better than it did yesterday at that very low sun angle.  It looked rough as a cob then.’  ‘It really was rough, Mike,’ Neil replies.  ‘Over the targeted landing area, it was extremely rough, cratered, and large number of rocks that were…larger than five or ten feet in size.’ ‘When in doubt, land long,’ I say, using the pilot’s cliché about never landing short of the runway. ‘So we did,’ he replies simply.

“Things must be going extremely well, for Neil and Buzz want to forgo a scheduled four-hour nap in favour of proceeding immediately out onto the lunar surface.  I thought they might, as this has been a topic of debate for some months.  It seems ridiculous to expect them to unwind at this stage of the game and suddenly fall asleep;  on the other hand, if they do go EVA now and struggle back into the LM dog-tired a few hours later, and then are confronted with an emergency requiring immediate lift-of and rendezvous, they would be shot that they would probably make a lot of mistakes, and rendezvous is not a very forgiving phase of flight…

“When they are on the surface, I want to be able to hear them.  What will Neil say, for instance?  He hasn’t confided any magic first words to me, but I’ll bet he has some.  Neil doesn’t waste words, but that doesn’t mean he can’t use them;  he nearly always rises to an occasion, and if ever man had anything to say, this is the time.  I want to hear him!

“Instead, I hear the President:  ‘Thank you very much.  I look forward to seeing you on the Hornet on Thursday.’  Then Houston abruptly cuts off the White House and returns to business as usual, with a long string of numbers for me to copy for future use.  The juxtaposition of the incongruous: roll, pitch and yaw; prayers, peace and tranquillity.  What will it be like if we really carry this off and return to earth in one piece, with our boxes full of rocks and our heads full of new perspectives for the planet?

“When the instant of lift-off does arrive, I am like a nervous bride.  I have been flying for 17 years, by myself and with others;  I have skimmed the Greenland ice cap in December and the Mexican border in August;  I have circled the earth 44 times aboard Gemini 10. But I have never sweated out any flight like I am sweating out the LM now.  My secret terror for the last six months has been leaving them on the moon and returning to earch alone;  now I am within minutes of finding out the truth of the matter.  If they fail to rise from the surface, or crash back into it, I am not going to commit suicide;  I am coming home, forthwith, but I will be a marked man for life and I know it…:

“After we get the rock boxes zippered inside white Fibreglass fabric containers, I have a chance to quiz Neil and Buzz about those parts of their experience this back-side absentee missed.  ‘How about that lift-off from the moon;  what did it feel like?’  ‘There was a little blast, then we started moving..the floor came up to meet you…maybe half a G or two-thirds of a g.’  ‘And the landing was no problem, because, as I understand it, the dust did not engul you but sprayed out parallel to the surface.  Is that so?’  ‘Yes.’  ‘And the dust can be light tan or battleship grey?’  What do you think it is? Basalt dust?’  No commitment there.  ‘Well, do the rocks all look the same?’  No, there are differences, they say;  some have ‘little sparkly stuff’ in them, and they had time enough to take samples carefully from the most interesting specimens they could find.

“When the time comes to jettison Eagle, I flip the necessary switches, there is a small bang, and away she goes backing off with stately grace.  I simply can’t express my pleasure at not ever having to fool with the probe and drogue again!  In fact, the whole LM has been nothing but a worry for me, and I’m glad to see the end of it.  Neil and Buzz, on the other hand, seem genuinely sad:  old Eagle has served them well and deserves a formal or at least a dignified burial.  Instead, it is to be left in orbit, while Houston watches its systems slowly die.  Then its carcass will be an orbiting derelict for days or weeks or months – until finally its orbit deteriorates and it crashes forlornly into the lunar surface.

“Seeing the earth from a distance has changed my perception of the solar system as well.    The sun doesn’t rise or fall:  it doesn’t move.  It just sits there.  Dawn means that we are rotating around into sight of it, while dusk means we have turned another 180 deg and are being carried into the shadow zone.  No longer do I drive down a highway and wish that the blinding sun would set.  Instead, I wish we could speed up our rotation a bit and swing around into the shadows more quickly.  I do not have to force myself to call the image to mind.  It is there, and, occasionally, I use it for other things, although admittedly I have to stretch a bit.  ‘What a pretty day makes me think that it’s always a pretty day somewhere;  if not here, then we just happen to be standing in the wrong place.  ‘My watch is fast’ translates into: no, it’s not.  It’s just that I should be standing farther to the east….”


Michael Collins’ other books include one for children – Flying to the Moon – and two more for adults – Lift-Off, tracing the history of manned space programmes, and Mission to Mars.



Marino Franchitti: he can also win

With his eyes firmly set on Le Mans and all that comes with it, Marino Franchitti is now winning in ALMS (the American Le Mans Series).   An astute student of the sport, he recently spoke to us about his recent success in the US – and about driving the amazing, Gurney-built Nissan Deltawing


Sir Frank

I recently put together the article below for the official journal of the (British) Motor Sports Association (MSA).  As the MSA magazine isn’t available on-line (it is sent to all British competition licence holders and industry figures) I thought you might like to see it here:

I had a lot of fun with Frank at the Goodyear track days that used to be staged before every British GP. Here, in 1981, we’re laughing about Nigel Mansell’s spin in the Lotus Esprit…when Frank was riding in the passenger seat….

IT WAS one of those regular Frank chats, born of a thinning pit lane and a dispersing Canadian crowd.  Frank, in wheelchair, wearing customary v-necked, dark blue pullover, grey trousers, black Rosettis.  Frank, a study in concentration, eyeing a Toro Rosso, a few yards from where he sat.

“How’s it going, Frank?  All good?”

“All wonderful, thanks Pete.  Just looking at the TR there.  Wonder why they’re struggling…”

“Indeed.  No telling who’s going to be quick.  One race to the next.”

Silence.  A Frank silence.  Says a thousand words.  As in:  “You may be right.  You may be wrong.  No point in speculating.  Just get on with it. Things to do, job lists to tick.”

“Do you need anything,” I ask, noticing that Frank’s PA has for the moment disappeared to the back of the garage.

“No.  Fine thanks.  Just enjoying the sunshine.”

Ah. The sunshine.  A memory filters through.  Buenos Aires, 1979.  The same sun is glowing hot, dominating an azure sky.  And Frank is in the forecourt of the Sheraton, sweat pouring from his tender English skin.  Wearing a singlet, short shorts and Nikes, he is alternately jogging and then stretching, jogging then stretching.


            “Frank!  How far?  How far you run?”


            It is Carlos Reutemann, king of Argentina, who speaks. 


            “Just a short one today.  Eight-miler.  Lovely there, down by the docks.  Saw Ken and Nora on the way…”


I look down at Frank, whose attention has now turned to the Lewis Hamilton McLaren being pushed down the pit lane towards Parc Ferme.  Again his is a face of contemplation.

It is Austria, 1985 – and we’re setting off for a run in the mountain foothills.  It is Saturday night.   A brief shower has passed.  The air is clear.


            “Must sign Nelson this weekend,” he says, breathing easily.  “Talk to him tomorrow.  Ask him to come to the caravan when he gets a moment.”


            “I spoke to him this morning,” I say, gasping a little.  “He’s fed up at Brabham.  He’s definitely ready to move.”


A spurt from a nearby wheelgun – the prelude to a Force India pit stop practice – jolts me back.  “How’s the sponsorship going, Frank?” I ask, intrigued as I am by the after-affects of Pastor’s recent win in Spain.

Frank again peers into the middle distance that, over the years, has become his friend and support.

“I think it’s looking pretty good,” he says, choosing each word with care.  “Spent a lot of time in the Middle East recently.  It’s not the old days.  You don’t wait for their response.  You provide a service.  That’s what it’s all about.  We’ve put a lot of effort into the base in Qatar.  We provide a service and from that things may grow.  That’s the way now.  Sponsorship is changing, Peter.  We have to maximize every part of the company – maximize what we can do.  I love this new aspect of the business.  Fascinating…”

I concede (to myself) that I am impressed.  McLaren appear to be the world leader in (another F1-word coined!) Applied Technology – in leveraging F1 expertise to generate income or product from other industries while simultaneously opening doors to new sponsors (Lucozade, via GlaxoSmithKline being a classic case in point)  – but WilliamsF1, to my eye, lies a strong second in this new race.

There’s the flywheel KERS technology Williams Hybrid supplied to the Le Mans-winning Audi team;  there’s the Williams-Jaguar C-X75 hybrid Supercar programme;  there’s the partnership with Kinetic Storage Systems for the development of low-carbon mass transit rail and grid networks;  there’s the Williams Technology Centre in Qatar, and its association with Silatech, the employment-generating company owned by the region’s royal family;  there’s the deal with the Canadian-based multi-national, Hatch, to supply F1 technology for mining, metal processing, energy and transportation; there’s the Qatar simulator deal with Mowasalat; there’s the partnership between Williams Hybrid and Go-Ahead to develop flywheel energy storing applications for buses; there’s the award-winning Williams Conference centre and Museum at Grove, Oxfordshire, and the afore-mentioned, similarly-impressive, facility in Qatar (venue of the global Tedx Summit in April);  and there are the nice little touches like the  “The Williams Story” topiary – the silhouette of car and pit personnel that won a Gold Medal at the Chelsea Flower Show eight days after Pastor’s win in Spain.

All busy, diverse stuff – most of which arose from 2010-11,  when Williams were in a racing slump.  It is a reminder that Frank always seems to be at his most creative, and at his most industrious, when things appear not to be moving along well.  We’d win the British GP but on Monday Frank would walk into the Race Shop with a face like thunder:

“What are those vans doing, parked in the truck bay?”

“Just the mini-vans, Frank, about to go back to the rental company.”

“I don’t care.  Get them moved.  Now.”

On a bad Monday, however – the day after the race you’d want to forget, Frank would be a different man:

“How’s the wife?  How’s the dog?  Anything you need?” Read more…

Jack Hawksworth: the winning goes on

After successfully racing karts and Formula Renault in the UK, Jack Hawksworth took the unusual decision last winter to enter the Star Mazda presented by Goodyear Championship in the USA.  We spoke to him about this earlier in the year, after his debut wins, and now Jack is back in the UK again for a short break before returning to the States for the last five races.  In this latest video we talk more about the amazing year to date in which  he has won six races, taken eight poles and set ten fastest laps.  We chat, too, about his first races on ovals – and about his dominant race victory from the pole at the legendary Trois Rivieres road course

Robin Frijns – WSR points leader

He won the F BMW European Championship;  he was the 2011 Formula Renault Eurocup 2.0 Champion; and now, in his rookie season, he leads the ultra-competitive WSR 3.5 series.  Fortec’s Robin Frijns is a major part of the vibrant new Dutch challenge towards F1.  I spoke to him earlier this week about his rapid climb and  his recent F1 demo run for Red Bull in Moscow

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