Tag: banter

Travellings: Deutschland #8 Results

So, go-carting.

As it turned out, we had to wait until after 8:30pm to drive, because someone had an hour long reservation from 7:30. The result being that it was dark by this point and there weren’t any flood lights. There were lights at various points on the track, but it certainly would have made things easier if we could see the track the first time we decided to race on an unknown layout.

We drove for about 10 minutes, all in all.

The times, I’m ashamed to say, are as follows:

Lap     Ben                  Becca
1        1:16.11            1:23.62
2        1:06.79          1.35.17
3        1:05.92          1:15.73
4        1:05.23          1:13.17
5        1:04.31          1:10.70
6        1:08.09          1:07.69
7        1:05.63          1:17.35
8         1:13.18           1:10.49
9         1:06.09

Sorry, ladies, looks like I let you down. And yes, I got lapped. You know what the cheeky bastard yelled as he went past?

“Schneller bitte”

For those of you that know the reference, you can imagine how hilarious the situation was (and the amount of chagrin on my part). I’ll give you schneller next time, Ben. You wait.

Having said that, I didn’t give up without a fight – he actually overtook me twice, but the first time I overtook him back on the next corner – I’ve decided that that was my one redeeming moment of those 10 minutes.

I’d forgotten how much work (and arm strength) you need to drive one of those things. When we pulled in at the end of the ten minutes, I could feel nothing but pins and needles up to my elbow on my right arm. Serves me right for carting with Carpet Tunnel Syndrome, really.

So, Ben. I can only apologise for such a shoddy performance. Hats off though – best man won. By means of apology for such a poor show, I can only offer a rematch in light conditions.

Up for round 2, matey?

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Travellings: Deutschland #6

I’ve returned from the autumnal and the rainy back home to the humid and the hot here in Munich. The office has no air conditioning, so you can imagine how lovely our working environment is.

Home was…good. But it was a bad idea to go back. I got back 2 days ago and generally felt like pants. Absolute pants. This was partly down to just 2 hours sleep (packing late at night and then getting up at 4:30 the next morning to get to the airport on time), and partly because I enjoy being with people I can communicate with.

If anything, this reinforces the fact that I should probably find somewhere better to live, rather than somewhere half an hour’s walk through fields from the nearest tube station. Cue searching for somewhere to live for the rest of the day.

In other words, I’ve reached that stage where you’ve got to be pretty close to saint-hood to put up with me, so a massive thanks to Matt and Ben for listening to me whinge like the absolute 3 year-old I am. Sorry guys.

In any case, this weekend should prove to be fairly amusing. It currently involves go-carting, potentially bad weather (at least compared to what we’ve had recently), a fair bit of banter, and possibly beer. Oh, and possibly the reputation of women drivers, too, so no pressure. Hilarity will ensue, I’m sure.

Oh, and Ben? F1 driver look-alike or not, watch and learn son, watch and learn.