Well im back, and i survived, here is my tale of events for a great weekend! We left Southampton at 6.30am on Saturday, heading for a 9am checkin at Dover to Dunkirk ferry, got there bang on 9am with a fuel stop being necessary on the way! :roll: The weather gods were shining on us, as it was warm and sunny the whole way, the ferry was late, both departing and docking, and we werent on the road in france until 2.40pm, and i had 280 miles of Belgian Motorway to look forward too, not alot happened really, 2 fuel stops and a whole lot of traffic later we arrived at 7 o clock and pitched up our tents and went out for some grub! The Renault World Series was on at the main GP circuit the same weekend and by chance we managed to stumble on a massive street party that had been put on for the event, so had some dinner and a beer and went to bed! Sunday morning came and the weather was again perfect, headed down to the ring at 8am and bought my ticket, and went straight out for my first lap, i had done the ring in a car a couple of years ago, but first time on a bike, nervously went through the barrier and hit the first few corners, taking it easy i went into a corner which tightened more than i remember and on cold tyres slid wide, at which point i see a Subaru in my mirrors about to occupy the space i was sliding into, which shit me up a bit! managed to recover it and the rest of the lap went without a hitch, tyres were warm and gripping well and the bike really showed me what it could do, i managed to overtake a few cars and bikes, whilst being overtaken by people, mainly in 911's who knew the place inside out and were gunning it, was very impressive to watch actually! Then i took the opportunity to take a passenger lap in a mates Lotus Elise, he wasnt hanging around and really enjoyed the lap, until coming round a corner i see two bikes had been taken out by one of those porsches i was talking about, a BMW which came out badly wrecked and an R6 which had literally been cut in half, both riders were ok but that proper shit me up, i really didnt feel like doing another lap on the bike, and further round the lap seeing 2 more accidents didnt help, the track was closed when we returned which seemed to be the theme for the morning, closure after closure, i took a decision to leave it till later until i did some more laps, there just seemed to be to many idiots out there to risk it. After a really long closure which involved multiple police cars and an air ambulance, the track reopened just after lunch and it seemed people had realised that people were pushing it a little too much and everything seemed much sainer, so i took the opportunity and completed 3 laps on the trot, the bike impressing me more and more and making me feel more and more comfortable until i got to the point on the 3rd lap where my footpegs were grounding out quite regularily, which then lead to my first 'oh shit' moment, overtaking a merc estate i went into a corner quite tight and the peg ground out and seemed to dig in a bit too much, this made me pull out of the lean a bit and the bars got a bit unsettled and wobbled, time for a break! I got chatting to a few other bikers there, who had overtaken me on the previous lap, they said to me that they made up most of the ground on the straights and my corner speed was comparable to theirs, so i asked if they minded if i tagged behind for a lap, to see how fast they were going on the straights, which gave me alot more confidence under braking. Then i went out for my final lap and had a real blast, not much traffic to over take or be overtaken by, and everything flowed and came together nicely, until rounding the final corner i opened up full throttle in 3rd to head over the finish straight, which is right at the top of a blind crest, which on the other side somehow on a straight a M3 & several other cars had managed to hit each other, and stop right in the middle of the track, 1 emergency stop later and i made i finished the day unscathed! The bike did really well, tyres survived surprisingly well, torn up quite nicely but still plenty of tread, and didnt square off with the 400miles of motorway each way. The journey home sucked, it rained and was long and cold and boring. I don't think i will be going again on the bike, its just to dangerous for me, it has definately pushed me towards trackdays in the uk, that are bike only and a bit more controlled!!