I had been looking forward to this weekend for a long time. A pilgrimage to "the mountain" to support and cheer for Porsche for the first time AS a Porsche owner!
A variety of responsibilities, chores etc meant that it was only going to be a whirlwind trip up and back in the day... but no matter, it was going to be fun! Ken had an extra spit and polish ready for an early start Sunday morning. We wouldn't make it for the start, but would be there before 7 to enjoy the majority chunk of the day.
The run up the Bells road before 5am in the morning reminded me why I've been thinking about trying to install a "stealth" light bar, recessed in the spot for a centre radiator. The lights are shocking, and high beam barely any better. Lower speed limits are still in place for much of the road - 60km/h, so it was a doddle, even at 5am. The most remarkable part of the journey was noticing the air temperature hovering at about 31 degrees at this time. That, and the knuckleheads that would go flying past in a 60 zone, only to then hold me up when we got to the 80.
About 5km before Lithgow rounding an innocuous right hander, probably about 50 metres behind one of those aforementioned knuckleheads it happened. A dead skippy in the middle of the road, not enough time to react once I'd seen him, so we went straight over the top. Numerous cars had probably already gone over the top without a problem... but not us. Pulling off to the left for a look just after confirmed my worst fears - the thing had made a mess of the bumper skin and front plastics, and worse, there was coolant piddling everywhere. Day over, before it had properly begun.
To say I was annoyed was an understatement. Nobody to blame but myself. Cruising along, sticking to the speed limit, and just not paying attention well enough. Would better lights have helped? Maybe... but as I keep telling my 10 yo son - when you make a mistake, you've gotta take responsibility, so that's what I'm doing. Five hours sitting on the side of the road waiting for my mate to come and pick us up was plenty of time for reflection - and admiring the car from the rear - couldn't see any damage from there!
Of course the important part is that we're all ok and at the end of the day the car is just a lump of metal and plastic (albeit very nicely crafted!) that can be fixed and replaced. It is at the panelbeater already and have great confidence that Ken will come back looking better than ever, with a greater awareness of nature's chicanes... and maybe even a hidden lightbar.
A little while later in daylight, decided to get some pics of location and Skippy for insurance if needed.
Some of the damage...
Nothing to see here... waiting... waiting
Actually highlight of the wait was seeing some of the Group S 911s from the support categories of the 12 hour on trailers heading back to Sydney.