So in the earlyish 2000’s there was a Magazine in the UK called Max Power. It featured modified cars and half naked girls. It basically encapsulated the whole “Lad” culture in Britain. It was an awful rag, but extremely popular.
They had a feature one month regarding a group of racers in souped up Nissan Skylines, Evos, Supras etc all racing each other in a time trial around the M25 orbital Motorway. They had the goal of beating the loop in under an hour.
No motorcycles were mentioned in this and they all looked like complete dorks with their big swoopy bodykits and Dump Valves.
This hatched a plan with me and a few mates. it was by no mean my idea but I was certainly heavily involved in the planning and execution of our runs.
we would congregate at the Famous “Ace Cafe” (no relation) in london and work out the schedule for the evening.
we would try and find out the nights the “Car People” would be running so we could show them up and make as bigger splash as possible.
Now a few things that are very important to know.
police are EVERYWHERE on the M25
There is no possible way to do this other than Anti clockwise as the Dartford bridge has (not anymore) a toll both on the clockwise side which you cannot get past unless they let you.
there is not a motorcycle in EXISTANCE which can do the loop on 1 tank of fuel at top speed, this is very important.
all runs must finish by junction 16 M40 to Oxford.
so. on a run night, we would send out spotters. 5 or 6 guys with green torches. they clear the road and run interference and if the way is clear they would spin around at a pre set junction and shine the torch across the motorway, you could see the torch for miles. they would also sit on bridges and rush after police to cause them to give chase. Police are incredibly easy to lose if you deny them a few things.
the most important job was fuel ferrets.
you could not get round in 1 hit. you HAD to stop for fuel. there are 5 places to stop that are within the track or so close to it you could get in and out quickly.
Ferret would act like a team mate. he knew where you were going to stop. he would be there waiting, you shoot in, splash fuel in as fast as you can and the ferret would go and pay so you could go without delay OR you would just drive off without paying and the ferret would go ahead to make sure no police had snuck past during the stop. green torch in hand.
so we know the basics. its easy enough. however, There were bonuses.
Wreck someone elses run and you were a king. especially a car.
Smash a record and you didnt pay for drinks until it was beaten.
Have more than 3 counties of police after you and get away and break the record in the same run and everyone clubbed together and bought you a new back tyre lol
We did this pretty frequently, I wont mention speeds or times because its pretty incriminating and also its just not believable frankly. It smacks of boasting and whenever we all got together we all knew who the fastest was. it wasn’t me, but i am no slouch.
We were incredibly lucky not to have anyone killed (nor did the car guys) or arrested and my lord did the police try hard for that one! It got to a point where it just was not possible anymore. You would get halfway or less and the “heat” for want of a better word was just silly.
Few little anecdotes though, just for fun. I have no problems telling these and believe them or don’t I dont mind, but please do not accuse me of lying as that is not what I do. Its all for fun.
Had a race with a souped up toyota supra (think fast and furious but less orange) caught him up from a long way back as I started late. I pulled along side him between the Armco railing and the fast lane and he was concentrating so hard he didnt see me, so i banged on his window. His face was a picture as i am sure he was pretty convinced he was the fastest vehicle in the area at that moment.
group of us running together came across a car on fire, middle of the night. 2 of us stopped and rendered assistance to a lovely young lady who was screaming “my baby, my poor baby” so obviously we smashed the back windows to save the child and after we found nothing (not even a car seat) we found out the CAR was her bloody baby!
saw a Mitsubishi EVO that was super ultra famous for being 1000hp at a time when it was unheard of get smoked so badly by a ZX12-R that he blew the turbo clean through the top of the bonnet trying to catch up.
My mate had a Hayabusa with almost 600hp. but would only do 40 miles to a full tank. this meant 3 fuel stops. He has the record run. I wasnt there and it must of been something to see. I have ridden that particular bike and I had it at 195mph on the speedo and it was still pulling HARD. so i dread to think how fast he was averaging. although i suspect that he used a roadside fuel stop with someone stood there with a couple of cans ready to pour in. never confirmed it though.
I missed a complete family of Ducks, ducklings on their merry way across the busiest piece of road in the UK. I saw something in the distance and went between the whole lot. they were lucky.
I was following a car, I forget what it was but he was shifting! I was sat behind him in an attempt to draft him to possibly save a fuel stop (it doesnt work) my mate came past the both of us so fast that I probably wouldnt be able to catch him. I pulled out from the car and gave chase, he was still obviously pulling away when I saw a huge spark from under his bike and something fly off it and Whizz past my helmet (no danger of hitting me but still…)
he slowed right down and I shot past him, it was only after the run that we met up and i saw his bike. He had changed lanes, hit a Cats eye and had his handlebar ripped out of his hand and smashed into the fuel tank so hard it snapped the grip off about 4 inches down. the only thing that kept him upright was his immense speed.
so, yeah…we were all bloody idiots. ask anything you want @jenrick if you want to use it against this sort of thing out there, Mothers shouldnt bury kids doing this sort of nonsense and we were supremely lucky not to have been killed.