Michael and I have not one prayer in a thousand of being competitive among this lot in what amounts to a street E-type with not much more than a roll cage and fire extinguisher by way of racing apparatus. This bothers us not at all and, in many ways, is something of a relief.
Last year I was in a Ferrari 750 Monza on a grid made up exclusively of 1950s Ferrari racers. It was the first time the car had raced at the Revival among cars not possessing insuperable advantages like larger engines with far more power and disc brakes. I knew the Monza should be competitive and felt pressure to ensure that it was. In the end I had a wonderful race and was lying second when a widget in the diff spoiled all the fun with five minutes to go, but the build up had been nervy to say the least. By stark, staring contrast, this year Michael and I will go out with no pressure at all, try to keep out of the way of all those flying Ferraris, probably come last and hopefully have a giggle and a beer about it shortly thereafter. At Goodwood you are part of a pageant and so long as you don’t spoil the show, it really doesn’t matter where you come. Or that is what I shall being saying to myself.
And for drivers the Kinrara Trophy comes with one more huge advantage, which is that once you’ve done your race, you can spend two days straight at the Revival without having to worry about a thing. Your race is run and you can soak up the sights and sounds of the world’s greatest sporting event without a care in the world. I hope to see you there.
Photography courtesy of Andrew Frankel and Jochen Van Cauwenberge