So Saturday saw me up really bright and early driving two very grogging teenagers down to Goodwood (we were up at 6am – alien territory for a teen).
We pinched English Grandma’s satnav and got down there really easily. As we wandered down from the car park, a golf buggy ambled past us. I looked up to find myself face to face with Lewis Hamilton. He smiled at me and I smiled back, not really placing the face…
Hmm, the baby face… pencil-thin facial beardy thing… Craig David?? Nope, it’s… oh my god.
‘Look behind us!’, I whispered urgently at the fellas, ‘it’s… erm… y’know, that one that’s not Jensen”
The boys were both engrossed looking at Ken Block’s car and didn’t have a clue what I was on about. As I bumbled about trying to find the name in my old and addled brain, he was getting away! ‘You know! The Santander one!’. Sadly, by the time they’d looked, they could only see a retreating golf buggy and the back of some bloke’s head in a baseball cap. They will NEVER believe me and henceforth Goodwood will always be the day where Mum reckons she saw Lewis but nobody else did.
Still, onwards and upwards. It’s not the first time my teenagers have thought I was mental. Goodwood is THE place to be if you love cars and bikes. We were really lucky to be the guests of SEAT and headed to their fabulous hospitality area where we were welcomed in quite spectacular style by their resident computer graffiti artist:
The fellas checked in and soon we were heading over to the racecourse where the SEAT Young Driver Experience was set up. Kids from 11 to 16 get to have a go in an awesome fleet of specially adapted SEAT Ibizas. The Death Wish Child looked scarily comfortable behind the wheel:
… as did his brother who has just one *gulp* year left, before he’s learning for real:
After they’d finished their lessons, we watched quite a bit of this:
Did quite a bit of this:
Did plenty of oohing and aahing at the Red Arrows’ fantastic display:
And even bumped into a few old friends:
What a great day out! Thanks so much to everyone at SEAT for making us so welcome (and sorry that the Death Wish Child drank so much of your Coke. What can I say? The boy is a bucket).
PS: And Lewis? If you’re reading this? We had a moment, didn’t we? Just admit it.