The Porche crashing!
The Porsche crashing!

I hit him…BAM…and he buggered off across the field. By the time he got back on I was still in 5th place and he was back in nowhere.

2000 Porsche Crashing

Alastair deliberately collides with a competitor at Silverstone after foul play.

In this Porsche racing, quite early on I established a reputation for biting back. If you’re a wimp then they’ll know this for the next race and bully you off the track. So I put a couple off the road and did a bit of damage. The people that I’d done this to would come and shout at me after the race, which was good because others knew not to mess.

One classic was at Silverstone on the club circuit. Coming down towards the clubhouse there’s a bridge. Before the bridge the track is eight lanes wide and then gets narrower through a left-hander. You need to be on the right-hand side for the left-hander so I came down the straight with a guy beside me and the cars were parallel, but I was on the right which meant I was the winner, I had the next corner: I’d got him and he knew it.

It’s like slow motion almost, you’re looking at him driving next to you and could actually wave and say: “I gotcha, you’re beat.” I used to say hello because there’s nothing else to do on the straight.  I’m a natural multi-tasker and on a rally there’s nothing I like doing better than the navigation, the driving, the radio, and fixing the problems with the car. The more input the better off I am.

Anyway, he drives into me so that I have to either crash into the bridge abutment, or pull back. So I backed off and allowed him to go in front, but when we got to the corner, as he pulled in, I deliberately hit him fair and square in the side.
I hit him…BAM…and he buggered off across the field. By the time he got back on I was still in 5th place and he was back in nowhere.

But he was Johnny-lots-of-mates and I was Billy-no-mates so I was sitting on my car with my one friend and he came over with his mates and began having a go at me. I just shunned him: ‘I had the corner mate and you drove me off the track.’ Then an official came down from the Steward’s office and looked at the damage on the car and made notes, and now Johnny and his mates are all going: ‘Yeah yeah yeah.’ And then word came down to him to see the Clerk of the course, not me.

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