Sunday 13 Jul 2014
10:00 AM - 5:00 PM
Neither the speed of Silverstone nor the glamour of Monte Carlo will be able to match Ringwood come July. You can keep your Moet locked up too because the 2014 Grand Prix will be sponsored by the mighty Ringwood Brewery.
The Ringwood Brewery British Pedal Car GP 2014
Yes, it’s that time again! Time to see if your pedal driven machine is every bit as good as the carefully drawn plans on that beer mat. Sheds and workshops from all over the world will be at full fettle. Trying to finish their Grand Prix machines in time for furious racing round the streets of Ringwood. The chance to savour the sweet taste of victory, in overalls soaked in Old Thumper.
Unfairly dubbed “Wacky Races”. These are highly developed racing machines, powered by highly trained athletes. Unfortunately like the upper echelons of all major sports, the fame and fortune will sometimes drive even the most esteemed of ladies and gentlemen to questionable tactics. Dick Dastardly and Muttley better watch out though, the marshals and scrutineers will be watching, as will the crowds of fans drawn to the spectacle.
The event always appeals to the world’s best engineers too. Formula 1 are justifyably proud of their recent technical innovations like their Drag Reduction System (DRS). But for years Ringwood’s racers have known to take the brakes off. Similarly F1’s Energy Recovery Systems (ERS) pale in comparison to the 50 gallon beer barrel taped to the front of the Ringwood Brewery mean machine.
Man and machine are in perfect harmony and they need to be. Ringwood, the old market town on the edge of the New Forest, just like the old school Spa or Nürburgring circuits, is unforgiving. There is no room for error. The winner will indeed take it all or risk road rash in the process.
The Ringwood Brewery British Pedal Car GP 2014 will run in an anti-clockwise direction round the 0.56 mile long course. The brave Grand Prix drivers will also need to avoid the Sainsbury’s shoppers, some pushing trollies, or ‘moving chicanes’ as the pros call them. Even Monza’s Tifosi don’t get the chance to see this.