Lightness Revisited - A 172 Cup Adventure.
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Old Wheels & Posh Meals.
End of March 2026.
A wet (& dry) day in West Yorkshire
It was inevitable really, that after my Practice Day at Harewood, I would begin to spend much of my time considering how to go faster. After talking about sticky tyres with Tony, I thought I'd start keeping a look out for a second set of wheels for the Cup, I mulled over a few options and bothered a couple of suppliers of Speedlines about the weight of various alloys, however, I kept coming back to the fact that the original Turini is a good, fairly light wheel really. I just hadn't anticipated how bloody rare they'd become recently...
I looked in all the usual places and left requests on forums and FB pages, to no avail. There was a set available at the bottom of the country for an eye-watering price and powder coated in the 'wrong' colour. I couldn't justify, the journey, the price, or the subsequent time and cost putting them back to the 'right' colour, so my quest continued. Until Friday morning, when idly scrolling through marketplace whist I sat in the van having a coffee, a set pinged up. They were in Cambridgeshire, not a silly price and looked 'not too bad', I was quick enough off the mark to get a deposit down and make arrangements for collection the following day.
I gently broke the news to Jill that we'd be having a nice outing down the country on Saturday, and she reminded me she had a wedding flowers consultation booked in at her workshop in the morning... Oops! Waters were smoothed with the suggestion we could find somewhere nice for lunch on the way down. She did a bit of research and asked a couple of pals for recommendations, before we both decided 'The Olive Branch' in Clipsham looked fairly decent, with the website suggesting you could just rock up and probably get a table. Throwing caution to the wind, we decided to arrive on-spec.
Luckily her meeting was early doors, so we were soon on the road in the ever-faithful Kangoo van. The A1 was quiet enough to make decent progress and we turned off into the little village of Clipsham and crunched into the gravel of the Olive Branch car park just before noon. It looked a really nice spot, a quirky old pub with a really nice relaxed feeling. We were very lucky to saunter in and bag the last table, a snug little affair squished in a corner, away from the rest of the diners.
Casting our eyes over the menu, it quickly became apparent we were in for a bit of a treat! The menu is seasonally led, with their own produce and changes on a daily basis, which must be a hell of a lot of work for the brigade in the kitchen and the front of house to manage. We swerved starters as it was lunch, and the pudding course looked spectacularly attractive! I won't bang on too much about what was served up, suffice to say it's the best grub I've had so far this year, I had some sort of lump of charred cabbage on my plate which was an absolute triumph, and the side of chips? Best chips I've had possibly ever, absolutely sensational, though Jill did get a little alarmed I was going to cause some sort of international vinegar incident as I grappled with the dainty receptacle provided for its application.
Then it was time for desserts, we both couldn't resist the chocolate fondant, I'm not usually the sort of berk who sits and photographs his food rather than tucking into it, but I had to make an exception for such a masterpiece. We returned to the Kangoo, well fed and well rested, what an experience and a place I can't recommend highly enough.
Chips.... So good they deserve their own picture.
By mid afternoon, we'd collected the Turini's and were motoring homewards again, a nice 9 hour round trip. A wet day today, meant that in-between working on my little Trophy bumpstop project, I was able to start prepping the wheels for going off for refurbishment. I'm erring to having them painted properly in the correct colour rather than a powder coat job, and not that I'm a perfectionist or anything, but I may have just ordered some fresh new centre caps from my pals in France this evening.
My next problem is actually sourcing the sticky tyres... but I'll leave that story until another time.
End of March 2026.
A wet (& dry) day in West Yorkshire
It was inevitable really, that after my Practice Day at Harewood, I would begin to spend much of my time considering how to go faster. After talking about sticky tyres with Tony, I thought I'd start keeping a look out for a second set of wheels for the Cup, I mulled over a few options and bothered a couple of suppliers of Speedlines about the weight of various alloys, however, I kept coming back to the fact that the original Turini is a good, fairly light wheel really. I just hadn't anticipated how bloody rare they'd become recently...
I looked in all the usual places and left requests on forums and FB pages, to no avail. There was a set available at the bottom of the country for an eye-watering price and powder coated in the 'wrong' colour. I couldn't justify, the journey, the price, or the subsequent time and cost putting them back to the 'right' colour, so my quest continued. Until Friday morning, when idly scrolling through marketplace whist I sat in the van having a coffee, a set pinged up. They were in Cambridgeshire, not a silly price and looked 'not too bad', I was quick enough off the mark to get a deposit down and make arrangements for collection the following day.
I gently broke the news to Jill that we'd be having a nice outing down the country on Saturday, and she reminded me she had a wedding flowers consultation booked in at her workshop in the morning... Oops! Waters were smoothed with the suggestion we could find somewhere nice for lunch on the way down. She did a bit of research and asked a couple of pals for recommendations, before we both decided 'The Olive Branch' in Clipsham looked fairly decent, with the website suggesting you could just rock up and probably get a table. Throwing caution to the wind, we decided to arrive on-spec.
Luckily her meeting was early doors, so we were soon on the road in the ever-faithful Kangoo van. The A1 was quiet enough to make decent progress and we turned off into the little village of Clipsham and crunched into the gravel of the Olive Branch car park just before noon. It looked a really nice spot, a quirky old pub with a really nice relaxed feeling. We were very lucky to saunter in and bag the last table, a snug little affair squished in a corner, away from the rest of the diners.
Casting our eyes over the menu, it quickly became apparent we were in for a bit of a treat! The menu is seasonally led, with their own produce and changes on a daily basis, which must be a hell of a lot of work for the brigade in the kitchen and the front of house to manage. We swerved starters as it was lunch, and the pudding course looked spectacularly attractive! I won't bang on too much about what was served up, suffice to say it's the best grub I've had so far this year, I had some sort of lump of charred cabbage on my plate which was an absolute triumph, and the side of chips? Best chips I've had possibly ever, absolutely sensational, though Jill did get a little alarmed I was going to cause some sort of international vinegar incident as I grappled with the dainty receptacle provided for its application.
Then it was time for desserts, we both couldn't resist the chocolate fondant, I'm not usually the sort of berk who sits and photographs his food rather than tucking into it, but I had to make an exception for such a masterpiece. We returned to the Kangoo, well fed and well rested, what an experience and a place I can't recommend highly enough.
Chips.... So good they deserve their own picture.
By mid afternoon, we'd collected the Turini's and were motoring homewards again, a nice 9 hour round trip. A wet day today, meant that in-between working on my little Trophy bumpstop project, I was able to start prepping the wheels for going off for refurbishment. I'm erring to having them painted properly in the correct colour rather than a powder coat job, and not that I'm a perfectionist or anything, but I may have just ordered some fresh new centre caps from my pals in France this evening.
My next problem is actually sourcing the sticky tyres... but I'll leave that story until another time.
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Under the Arches.
April 2026.
Easter usually sees the Trophy come out of hibernation and have the 1st run out of the year on one of my dawn runs out into Bowland and the Yorkshire Dales. The weather had other plans on the day I'd mulled over retrieving the Trophy from storage, 'Storm Dave' was wreaking havoc with high winds and all sorts of unseasonal shenanigans, so I put those plans on hold. The Trophy will be coming out of storage soon enough in any case, new things are afoot, which will mean a more streamlined and convenient situation for the cars...
By Monday, the Storm had blown itself out and I woke to blue skies and much calmer conditions. It's our 1st competitive event in the Cup this coming weekend, and it seemed a good day for a bit of prep and perhaps increase my chances of winning a prize in the 'show & shine' class. As there's still no sign of sticky tyres, the likelihood of me bagging any other accolades is highly unlikely on the PS3's.
So, the Cup was soon up in the air and the wheels off, I like to periodically go through the underbody and arches on my cars and this was the first time deep cleaning these areas on the Cup. It's all in pretty good order, with lots of new bits and bobs in evidence and everything looking as it should. I'd decided a while ago to refinish the brakes in their original satin - very dark grey / verging to black so that was also on the agenda today. Whilst I had the paint stuff out, I refinished the front dampers too in a nice matt black. Everything's looking well in the arches now, though I still can't wait to get my Sachs fitted to the front end, as I think that will be a real 'icing on the cake' moment for this car. Wheels fettled up and wheel nuts refinished, it was very satisfying to get all these little details ticked off.
This evening, whilst ploughing though the 45 dry pages of a commercial lease I'm hoping to be signing by the end of the week, an email pinged through from the team at Harewood. All the details for the weekend, it won't be long now until we're on the start line again, with me wondering what the hell I'm doing! I wonder if I'll have time to walk the track this time?
April 2026.
Easter usually sees the Trophy come out of hibernation and have the 1st run out of the year on one of my dawn runs out into Bowland and the Yorkshire Dales. The weather had other plans on the day I'd mulled over retrieving the Trophy from storage, 'Storm Dave' was wreaking havoc with high winds and all sorts of unseasonal shenanigans, so I put those plans on hold. The Trophy will be coming out of storage soon enough in any case, new things are afoot, which will mean a more streamlined and convenient situation for the cars...
By Monday, the Storm had blown itself out and I woke to blue skies and much calmer conditions. It's our 1st competitive event in the Cup this coming weekend, and it seemed a good day for a bit of prep and perhaps increase my chances of winning a prize in the 'show & shine' class. As there's still no sign of sticky tyres, the likelihood of me bagging any other accolades is highly unlikely on the PS3's.
So, the Cup was soon up in the air and the wheels off, I like to periodically go through the underbody and arches on my cars and this was the first time deep cleaning these areas on the Cup. It's all in pretty good order, with lots of new bits and bobs in evidence and everything looking as it should. I'd decided a while ago to refinish the brakes in their original satin - very dark grey / verging to black so that was also on the agenda today. Whilst I had the paint stuff out, I refinished the front dampers too in a nice matt black. Everything's looking well in the arches now, though I still can't wait to get my Sachs fitted to the front end, as I think that will be a real 'icing on the cake' moment for this car. Wheels fettled up and wheel nuts refinished, it was very satisfying to get all these little details ticked off.
This evening, whilst ploughing though the 45 dry pages of a commercial lease I'm hoping to be signing by the end of the week, an email pinged through from the team at Harewood. All the details for the weekend, it won't be long now until we're on the start line again, with me wondering what the hell I'm doing! I wonder if I'll have time to walk the track this time?
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Looking good, mate!
At Harewood, I would grab a doggie bag so that you can walk the track and not miss breakfast...
Ed, a quick question for you... the jacking point. Where are you jacking up against on the Cup's underside? I can't quite work it out from the photo...
At Harewood, I would grab a doggie bag so that you can walk the track and not miss breakfast...
Ed, a quick question for you... the jacking point. Where are you jacking up against on the Cup's underside? I can't quite work it out from the photo...
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Cheers Andy.Looking good, mate!
At Harewood, I would grab a doggie bag so that you can walk the track and not miss breakfast...
Ed, a quick question for you... the jacking point. Where are you jacking up against on the Cup's underside? I can't quite work it out from the photo...
I’ll be on at least 2nd breakfast for the track walk. I was thinking sausage roll perhaps?
Jacking. On the 172/182 I’ve always used the point where the subframe mounts to the chassis rails. Not the subframe or supports themselves as they can bend, and I don’t go anywhere near sills on these with a trolly jack. I use a block of wood on the jack pad and am very careful to seat it in the bolt area & square under the chassis rail.
Red arrow denotes the point I’m talking about.
Once in the air I pop under a couple of stands front & rear at a suitable point.
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Ah - thanks Ed. I think I was thrown a little by the apparent positioning of the jack in relation to the subframe mounting point. I do actually jack and axle-stand in the same way with #165. I get somewhat paranoid and fidgety when it comes to having the car jacked up and I am not the one doing it.
Not because I'm a master tech mechanical wizard (I'm not, I still get confused by which end of a screwdriver I should be holding) but because - like you say - areas such as the sill are like tin foil. If that.Importantly, I think a sausage roll would be ideal.
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If I didn’t have a lot going on Ed as you know, I would have loved to come this weekend to prop up the burger van with you 
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No jokes aside good luck and do us all proud - hope Jill is as good at photography as you
-No jokes aside good luck and do us all proud - hope Jill is as good at photography as you
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Cheers Nick, I've got a free ticket waiting any time you'd like to come along my friend.
On the subject of Photography, Jill says she has an A-Level in it, is that good enough??
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Here We Go...
Harewood Spring Championship Hillclimb, April 2026.
The Paddock.
5:17am is the time my internal alarm clock pings me awake, it's about right, I want to be on the road for around 6 and I've still got a fair bit of kit to pack in the van. Duly loaded up, the Cup's boot resembling a drive by raid on the Sparco factory shop, we're soon splashing our way Eastwards on the rain sodden motorway network of our part of Northern England. It's surprisingly busy out there, but we make decent progress with the traffic oddly thinning out by the time we're wending our way through Leeds and out to Harewood.
We roll into the Paddock shortly after 7, and it's already quite the hive of activity. We arrange ourselves into our spot and a realisation soon washes over us that this is a much more serious affair than the Practice Day we attended a few weeks back. Cars are rolling off trailers, folk are tending to sticky tyres everywhere you look, the tension and anticipation in the air is tangible. The little standard Cup on it's road PS3's feels a bit like we've turned up to a gunfight with a banana... Not to worry I think, I'm here for a bit of fun after all and duly wheel out my 'show & shine' jokes.
We breeze airily through the scrutineering, where the chap observes the car is 'far too nice' to be racing, then it's time to climb into the race clobber and head to the drivers briefing. Our neighbour Martyn in the very hot Abarth asks if I've walked the track, I give the usual answer. The team at Harewood are running the programme like clockwork today and by 9am the meeting is underway, our class is in 'Batch 2' so thankfully we're not the 1st on the hill this time. Straight away there's a delay and then eventually the 1st car out rolls back into the paddock, it's an MX5 piloted by a Father & Son team and it's gone off backwards heavily into the armco on the 1st corner. Our little group look at each other and wince, I can't think of a more sobering moment in my life. Jill tells me to take it easy.
In a matter of minutes, our batch is called and balaclavas and helmets donned it's time to head down the shute to the start line. It's still cold and damp out, so I decide as I wait for the green light that I'll heed Jill's advice. However, I then dump the clutch and howl towards the first corner, attacking it with a fair amount of gusto, the Cup scythes through and gets the power down nicely on the straight, 'this is going well' I think momentarily as I barrel down towards the Esses, it's just at the point where I usually grab 3rd gear that I clock the green moss and huge patch of water right in the braking zone for the corner. Jesus Christ! I lift off and give up any notions of a quick 1st practice run. It's utterly treacherous under the tyres, but I manage to go sub 80 seconds on this first canter which I feel is more than good enough.
It becomes evident that the day is going to be one of extremes, of weather and track conditions. By the time we're heading down for the 2nd practice run, the sun's come out and the reports are that the track is gradually improving, I have my usual bit of fun with the start line marshal's then throw the Cup up the hill in a carefully considered management of one huge sketchy moment. It feels really good and I'm within a tenth of my PB from the Practice Day. Before lunch we manage to squeeze in the 1st proper run which actually counts towards the Championship, the tension is at fever pitch, however things are dampened - literally - for our batch as a huge torrential rain shower sweeps through, the two lads infront of me both have offs which means I'm held on a red at the start line for what seems like an eternity. I completely lose my focus and am pretty sure I actually switch the car off for a while during the wait. Once back underway, I cook the tyres off the line and out of every corner, it's incredibly wet and slippery, we're back down in the 79's.
The sun comes out for a bit.
Over lunch I go through some analytics on the timing slips, looking at where I feel I can improve, the weather is being kind again now and the afternoon session is looking filled with promise. I've set myself a little goal and on the 2nd proper run, the track is good enough for me to experiment with carrying a bit more speed through a couple of sections and playing with lines here and there, as I fly over the finish line I see the timing board, it's a 75.54. I may have uttered some expletives of elation and punched the air a bit... I was hoping to get into the 75's and there it is!
Everyone is having a better time of it now and you can feel the whole paddock has relaxed a bit, there's such a great feeling of camaraderie within our group, Tony rolls past in his rapid 182 Cup evidently pleased with his run too. He pops over for a chat and to compare some notes and I pick his brain about a few things. As our batch gets called for the 3rd run he tells me my next run will start with a 74. The track conditions are the best they've been all day and I manage to throw a run together that feels really, really nice. There's still areas where I know I can improve as my track knowledge and confidence in the car develop, but I'm pushing the Cup pretty hard, I can barely believe it when I see 74.62 on the board and fall out of the car grinning from ear to ear! Tony's good luck wishes obviously working.
Waiting in the shute, will it be another PB?
The afternoon is ticking by now and there's much speculation about whether we'll manage to get a 4th run before the rain storm we can see approaching over Wharfedale gets to Harewood, the answer is, if you're brave and want wet lap then go for it. A few of us scramble for it, I need the track time. It's absolutely belting it down as I set off lights ablaze, it's wet and slippery, the Cup up on it's tip-toes, we're doing that impending disaster management thing again, but hell, it's a lot of fun! I make it as far as the exit of Farmhouse before a red flag appears. I'm catching the car in front at a rate of knots it turns out! It means that I get another go though which I take with relish, sliding the Cup around, I can't really use any of the power in these conditions and it turns out back to back hot lapping isn't too kind to the brake fluid... I don't lose any pedal or performance but the reservoir is bubbling when I do my under-bonnet checks before we start packing up. Something to be mindful of.
Then it rained, again... (photo credit: Chris Bannister @ jcb photography).
It's been quite a day, every season of weather, the challenge of fluctuating track conditions, a proper shakedown of the Cup at something approaching the limit. A new PB in competition... As we trundle the hour and a half homeward, I have time to think about the little tweaks and improvements to be made to the Cup. Our pal Ian told me during the day that he feels it takes a good couple of years to start to properly learn the track and I can see that, it's so complex and nuanced, with various options of attack for each section, it's a case of starting to string it all together for that 'perfect run'. It's all pretty exciting.
I can't get over how well the Cup is doing too, straight out of the box with minimal fettling, for a 24 year old car, it's nothing short of amazing. It's a very capable thing and back to backing it with the Trophy the other day was a very interesting exercise indeed.
The next meeting isn't too far away, perhaps I'll have the tracking and camber done in time for that one...
The sticky tyres are still on back order.
Harewood Spring Championship Hillclimb, April 2026.
The Paddock.
5:17am is the time my internal alarm clock pings me awake, it's about right, I want to be on the road for around 6 and I've still got a fair bit of kit to pack in the van. Duly loaded up, the Cup's boot resembling a drive by raid on the Sparco factory shop, we're soon splashing our way Eastwards on the rain sodden motorway network of our part of Northern England. It's surprisingly busy out there, but we make decent progress with the traffic oddly thinning out by the time we're wending our way through Leeds and out to Harewood.
We roll into the Paddock shortly after 7, and it's already quite the hive of activity. We arrange ourselves into our spot and a realisation soon washes over us that this is a much more serious affair than the Practice Day we attended a few weeks back. Cars are rolling off trailers, folk are tending to sticky tyres everywhere you look, the tension and anticipation in the air is tangible. The little standard Cup on it's road PS3's feels a bit like we've turned up to a gunfight with a banana... Not to worry I think, I'm here for a bit of fun after all and duly wheel out my 'show & shine' jokes.
We breeze airily through the scrutineering, where the chap observes the car is 'far too nice' to be racing, then it's time to climb into the race clobber and head to the drivers briefing. Our neighbour Martyn in the very hot Abarth asks if I've walked the track, I give the usual answer. The team at Harewood are running the programme like clockwork today and by 9am the meeting is underway, our class is in 'Batch 2' so thankfully we're not the 1st on the hill this time. Straight away there's a delay and then eventually the 1st car out rolls back into the paddock, it's an MX5 piloted by a Father & Son team and it's gone off backwards heavily into the armco on the 1st corner. Our little group look at each other and wince, I can't think of a more sobering moment in my life. Jill tells me to take it easy.
In a matter of minutes, our batch is called and balaclavas and helmets donned it's time to head down the shute to the start line. It's still cold and damp out, so I decide as I wait for the green light that I'll heed Jill's advice. However, I then dump the clutch and howl towards the first corner, attacking it with a fair amount of gusto, the Cup scythes through and gets the power down nicely on the straight, 'this is going well' I think momentarily as I barrel down towards the Esses, it's just at the point where I usually grab 3rd gear that I clock the green moss and huge patch of water right in the braking zone for the corner. Jesus Christ! I lift off and give up any notions of a quick 1st practice run. It's utterly treacherous under the tyres, but I manage to go sub 80 seconds on this first canter which I feel is more than good enough.
It becomes evident that the day is going to be one of extremes, of weather and track conditions. By the time we're heading down for the 2nd practice run, the sun's come out and the reports are that the track is gradually improving, I have my usual bit of fun with the start line marshal's then throw the Cup up the hill in a carefully considered management of one huge sketchy moment. It feels really good and I'm within a tenth of my PB from the Practice Day. Before lunch we manage to squeeze in the 1st proper run which actually counts towards the Championship, the tension is at fever pitch, however things are dampened - literally - for our batch as a huge torrential rain shower sweeps through, the two lads infront of me both have offs which means I'm held on a red at the start line for what seems like an eternity. I completely lose my focus and am pretty sure I actually switch the car off for a while during the wait. Once back underway, I cook the tyres off the line and out of every corner, it's incredibly wet and slippery, we're back down in the 79's.
The sun comes out for a bit.
Over lunch I go through some analytics on the timing slips, looking at where I feel I can improve, the weather is being kind again now and the afternoon session is looking filled with promise. I've set myself a little goal and on the 2nd proper run, the track is good enough for me to experiment with carrying a bit more speed through a couple of sections and playing with lines here and there, as I fly over the finish line I see the timing board, it's a 75.54. I may have uttered some expletives of elation and punched the air a bit... I was hoping to get into the 75's and there it is!
Everyone is having a better time of it now and you can feel the whole paddock has relaxed a bit, there's such a great feeling of camaraderie within our group, Tony rolls past in his rapid 182 Cup evidently pleased with his run too. He pops over for a chat and to compare some notes and I pick his brain about a few things. As our batch gets called for the 3rd run he tells me my next run will start with a 74. The track conditions are the best they've been all day and I manage to throw a run together that feels really, really nice. There's still areas where I know I can improve as my track knowledge and confidence in the car develop, but I'm pushing the Cup pretty hard, I can barely believe it when I see 74.62 on the board and fall out of the car grinning from ear to ear! Tony's good luck wishes obviously working.
Waiting in the shute, will it be another PB?
The afternoon is ticking by now and there's much speculation about whether we'll manage to get a 4th run before the rain storm we can see approaching over Wharfedale gets to Harewood, the answer is, if you're brave and want wet lap then go for it. A few of us scramble for it, I need the track time. It's absolutely belting it down as I set off lights ablaze, it's wet and slippery, the Cup up on it's tip-toes, we're doing that impending disaster management thing again, but hell, it's a lot of fun! I make it as far as the exit of Farmhouse before a red flag appears. I'm catching the car in front at a rate of knots it turns out! It means that I get another go though which I take with relish, sliding the Cup around, I can't really use any of the power in these conditions and it turns out back to back hot lapping isn't too kind to the brake fluid... I don't lose any pedal or performance but the reservoir is bubbling when I do my under-bonnet checks before we start packing up. Something to be mindful of.
Then it rained, again... (photo credit: Chris Bannister @ jcb photography).
It's been quite a day, every season of weather, the challenge of fluctuating track conditions, a proper shakedown of the Cup at something approaching the limit. A new PB in competition... As we trundle the hour and a half homeward, I have time to think about the little tweaks and improvements to be made to the Cup. Our pal Ian told me during the day that he feels it takes a good couple of years to start to properly learn the track and I can see that, it's so complex and nuanced, with various options of attack for each section, it's a case of starting to string it all together for that 'perfect run'. It's all pretty exciting.
I can't get over how well the Cup is doing too, straight out of the box with minimal fettling, for a 24 year old car, it's nothing short of amazing. It's a very capable thing and back to backing it with the Trophy the other day was a very interesting exercise indeed.
The next meeting isn't too far away, perhaps I'll have the tracking and camber done in time for that one...
The sticky tyres are still on back order.
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God I love a wheel that looks like brand new 
- these are stunning Ed even though you have not seen them yourself yet -
I hope you don't mind me sharing them -
- these are stunning Ed even though you have not seen them yourself yet -I hope you don't mind me sharing them -
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Wow Nick!God I love a wheel that looks like brand new
I hope you don't mind me sharing them -
Those look sensational!
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Definitely got the sparkle right Sir
I know you have heard this somewhere before but there too good for Hill climbing
I know you have heard this somewhere before
but there too good for Hill climbing
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I was having the same thought… perhaps these will have to be the ‘road wheels’ and I use the existing set for the sticky tyres…Definitely got the sparkle right Sir
I know you have heard this somewhere before