Peninsular Run
Story and Photos by Wade Greensill.
The first run of the year drew a strong 11 car field for a drive on the outskirts of the north side of Brisbane.
Previously known as the Fish ‘n’ Chip run it took place in the late afternoon. It was going to be interesting what the Sunday morning traffic may be like. Given the route is already laid out and documented apparently with some rather dodgy distances – thanks Peter (bloody retirees have way too much time on their hands) it made sense to use it.
After we got past the small hiccup of the starting point being in the underground car park and not outside the entrance – the organiser reserves the right to change his mind at the last minute and who knew there were two entrances – where the beautiful morning could be enjoyed, we were off almost on time at 8:30am. Did have to wait for Aston of course, who was woken at 7am. Bloody uni students. God help us if he completes becoming a commercial pilot. At least no one will be late for their plane if that’s the case.
It was a good start, losing no-one, even as we came across some push bike race five minutes in. Some good windy stuff culminating in magic views from the top of Clear Mountain (team photo at this spot next time).
Only one delay when Aston’s Elan (yes apparently it is his now) decided to die on the side of the road. I got the call and Andrew and I decided to head back to assist. (with my knowledge it is more moral support). There was nothing. Stone dead. When in doubt hit reset (disconnect the battery and reconnect). Started first time and after a poll of all that were staring at the marvel that is a self-healing Lotus, 2 out of 10 decided he should continue. Luckily one was Aston and I can report it has not missed a beat since. Well not electrically anyway, it is an almost 30-year-old Lotus after all.
A quick toilet stop (bloody retirees) and onto Redcliffe through some deserted industrial estates and my favourite off-camber corner.
Well, after a photo opportunity – who knew about the Redcliffe markets and failed to notify the run organiser – no big deal as no-one was lost despite the detour. The don’t leave anyone behind rule (well don’t leave the corner without the follower indicating) was working perfectly and after the markets it was a quick run down the foreshore, onto the Hornibrook Bridge Road and into the Valley to Buzz Bistro where I still maintain it is the best eggs bennie in town (part of the reason I don’t drive an Elise)!
See you all next time!
