I’m starting to re-release Zend framework 1 helpers and utility classes under my own name, check out the first update on my blog.
Last week I took on a contract in Solihull, this will limit the time I can spend working on Dlayer. I’ll still be working on Dlayer most evenings but the pace will drastically slow.
I’m going to continue on the previously set path, finishing the Image library, I am however currently playing with the design in another development branch, I’ve designed a more suitable palette but mainly I wanted to play with SASS.
Last month for my birthday my finance gave me a voucher for a solo driving experience in an Aston Martin DB9, purchased from treatme.net.
We (my mate and I) drove up to Stafford on a Sunday, it took two hours and thirty minutes. We arrived at ten past two, twenty minutes before my ‘experience’ was due to begin. Walking from my car we were both feeling positive, in the distance we could see an Aston Martin DB9, Porshe 911 and an Audi R8.
First things first I booked in, a simple case of signing the waiver and saying yes or no to insurance, another twenty quid. At the time I thought I would be driving around a ‘track’ at high speed so figured the insurance was a good idea, oh how wrong was I.
I was told that my briefing was at two thirty five, just a few minutes to wait until the fun would begin. We walked over to where everyone was waiting and saw the edge of the track, in fact, I also thought I could see the far edge of the track, no I thought, that can’t be the case.
There were six cars on the track, as it rounded the corner by us I started watching the DB9, the driver wasn’t driving very quickly but it looked like he was doing his best…thirty seconds later he was down at our corner again…we looked at each other…no, that can’t be the same car, maybe there are two DB9’s….thirty seconds later, nope just the one.
After a few moments I turned to my mate and said, “ok, the track is quite short, maybe you get to drive for a decent length of time”. We kept an eye on the DB9 the next time it went out to see how long the driver was on the track for. We started chatting about something, out of the corner of my eye I noticed that the DB9 came in for another driver switch. The next time it went out I counted the laps, basic arithmetic has never been one of my strong points, luckily I didn’t have to count too high, only needed the fingers on one hand and a pinky…yep…thats right, six.
Long story short, I drove two and a half hours to get to the ‘track’, waited two and half hours to get into the DB9, drove six laps, two and half minutes and then drove back to my house, another two and half hours.
I can therefore thoroughly not recommend going for a driving day in Stafford courtesy of treatme.net.
Early next year my mate and I are going to try and find a proper track day, you know, one were you get to appreciate driving the car and actually drive on a track.