Sealing the Deal: Lakeside & Oran Park

And so the Australian Touring Car Championship wound to its inevitable conclusion. With the question of whether Godzilla could be beaten now answered - yes, barely, if the conditions were absolutely perfect - there were just two more left to answer: which Nissan driver would be the '91 champion? And, were there any remaining weaknesses in the Nissan's game? We found answers to both in the final rounds at Lakeside and Oran Park.

Lakeside Interruption
The return to Lakeside was a round everyone had been looking forward to. It wasn't just a chance to head to Queensland and escape the mid-winter cold, it was a chance to return to everyone's second-favourite Aussie racetrack and, perhaps, have a second bite at the cherry. It wasn't often you got to re-attempt a circuit in a single year, so for those disappointed by their first trip to Lakeside, this was a chance to return with dialled-in setups and have a bit of a mulligan.

Of course, that was only ever going to benefit one team. Lakeside was Tony Longhurst Racing's home track, the place they did all their testing, so even with the Nissans so dominant it had been something of an embarrassment that they'd managed only 3rd back in April. Since then however Tony had run Godzilla into the ground at Amaroo, and he knew that if they kept the pressure on, the GT-Rs could be beaten. The key was to drive the M3 Evo the way the Germans drove them – don't touch the brakes until point-blank range, throw it into the turns like a drift car, rev the engine without mercy on the exit... and, eventually, the Nissans would wear out their tyres and fall by the wayside.

With seventeen names on it, the entry list was healthier than Mallala, but still down on the numbers we'd seen in April. Ten of the Wanneroo eleven had made the trip, with the sole exception being HRT's Win Percy, who'd buggered off to the English Midlands to race a Jaguar instead. He'd accepted an offer to drive one of Tom Walkinshaw's new Jaguar XJR15s in a one-make support category for this year's British Grand Prix, the first Grand Prix to be held on the definitive Silverstone layout. The XJR15 itself was a roadgoing version of TWR's Le Mans-winning Jaguar XJR9 sports car, aimed at playboys with too much money – despite a price tag of £500,000, all fifty were pre-sold before construction began. Percy would later remember, "The XJR-15 was a beautiful, powerful car, but evil to drive", and after testing it, Top Gear's Tiff Needell agreed. This, it seems, was Percy's way of declaring his candidacy for 1992, reminding a British racing scene that hadn't heard from him in 18 months what he could really do. (As a side note, Jim Richards had raced an XJR15 at the Monaco round, which seems to go unnoticed because he didn't have to miss an ATCC round to do it.)

To meet the team's obligations to Holden, the HRT seat at Lakeside was filled by Percy's Bathurst co-driver, Allan Grice. The rest of the grid was made up by the usual brace of Toyota Strollers (our old mate Bob Holden in the FX-GT, and Peter Verheyan making another appearance in the Vernon car), plus the keenest of the Commodore players – privateers Kevin Heffernan and Warren Jonsson in their outdated VLs; Terry Finnigan in the Foodtown VN; and Mark Gibbs, making his final appearance in the GIO Insurance Commodore.

Grice put the factory Commodore on the grid only 10th with a time of 54.40 seconds, one place behind the similar VN of Larry Perkins, and – the part that really must've stung – a whopping eight places behind the 05 of Peter Brock. Yep, that's right: thanks to some ultra-sticky tyres from Bridgestone, some engine tweaks from Perkins, and his own deep well of experience at Lakeside, a circuit that rewarded intimate knowledge of its contours, Peter dug deep and pulled out a time of 53.19 seconds – fast enough to bump one of the Nissans off the front row and claim P2!

If he'd pulled out that time back in April he'd have started from pole, but nothing stands still in this game and the Mobil team weren't the only ones making progress. Gibson Motorsport had spent their practice sessions experimenting with different combinations of harder and softer Yokohama compounds, as well as harder and softer suspension settings, finding the cars were quicker with hard settings despite Lakeside's notorious bumps. This, together with the fact that Mark Skaife had been given the newer and faster car once again, meant the youngster set a scorching time of 52.78 seconds – not only 0.65 of a second faster than Richards' pole time in April, but a full second quicker than his own lap record from the race! It was clear his second pole position was a standout moment in his career, as described by the man himself in his book:

It took a bit of mental effort for the Lakeside pole. Jim said he was going through the left-hand kink flat, and I was lifting a bit so I had to talk myself into it. That was a wild corner. It wasn't just the shape of it; it also had a really big bump and it would pitch the car outside to the right and there were a lot of big crashes on the day. You'd be north of 230km/h in the kink in qualifying.

To get through there flat, we had the driver's side wheels on the inside of the white line along the edge of the track. The whole rest of the car was effectively on the grass flat out, then you'd bounce to the other side, holding your breath the whole time, and try to stop it for the next corner, the Carousel [sic]. That stretch of track was just great; that's exactly what racing is about. You couldn't do a whole race like that, of course, but you still had to use the grass at quite a few spots to get a lap time. – Mark Skaife, Mark Skaife: The Autobiography

There was some controversy, however, when Skaife spun off the track later in the session and blistered his qualifying tyres. The rules, remember, required each driver to mark out a set of tyres on Saturday and then qualify and start the race on them: with Skaife's nominated set (the same compound they'd run in April) now damaged, Gibson asked for permission to junk the blistered tyres and fit a new set of the same compound instead – and the officials stirred up plenty of grumbles by granting it. It was a "damned if you do, damned if you don't" kind of situation: allowing Skaife to start on a fresh set of tyres was arguably within the spirit of the rules, and sidestepped a potential safety hazard as well, but it also opened a loophole in the rules – what was to stop a canny driver deliberately ruining their tyres in the future so they could ask for the same dispensation? No doubt the Sierra teams were especially bitter, as their excess horsepower made managing the blistering a central concern every time they went out onto the track, but apparently they hadn't thought to try this angle.

Race day dawned warm but not swelteringly hot, with temps around the 20-degree mark. Which was still too hot for what Mark Skaife got busy doing in the pre-race warm-up. With his sticker-new set of soft Yokohamas fitted he had to bed them in, but in the process did an awful lot of laps on them, leaving a question mark over their durability for the race. That would come back to bite him in the only session that mattered...

Off the start the two Nissans of course took off like rockets and left the rest in their wake, their patented 7,800rpm clutch dumps proving effective as ever. Jim got past Brock for 2nd before the first corner, and although Brock managed to tag along with the Nissans through the first lap, but we all knew that couldn't last. By lap 4 Skaife and Richards were 2.36 seconds clear of Brock and gone.

The dice to watch was between the two red cars and the two yellow cars – the Johnson Sierras and Longhurst BMWs boxed each other's ears ferociously. Dick Johnson had been forced to make use of the pit exit tarmac to get around the slow-starting BMW of Alan Jones, mowing some grass to get back to the track but getting the pass done. The organisers did nothing, and no doubt Skaifey raised an eyebrow when he saw the replay later. Either way, the Longhurst cars ratchetted forwards to take 4th and 5th places, then set off after Brocky, whose Bridgestones, predictably, didn't last much more than ten minutes. Tony stormed underneath Brock into the Karrussell and moved up to 3rd place. Left floundering, poor Dick then had an altercation with Allan Grice's HRT Commodore entering the Karrussell: Grice clipped the left-rear of Johnson's car just as it entered the turn and tipped the Shell car into a spin, after which he had steam coming from under the bonnet. When his scheduled pit stop came around, Dick pulled straight through his bay and parked it in the garage instead – Channel Seven commentator Mark Oastler soon revealed the off-track excursion had pushed the fan through the radiator and cooked the engine. Another $30,000 down the drain...

That left Bowe dealing with Glenn Seton, a preview of Ford's hopes for the upcoming era, but he ultimately failed to finish as well, losing the rear on the entry to Hungry Corner and going for a spin. He kept it going for now, but another spin later in the day (at – where else? – the Karrussell!) broke the steering and ended his day for good. A double DNF for the Johnson team at their home race made it a pretty miserable weekend all-round.

By lap 12, the GT-Rs were 7 seconds clear of Longhurst's BMW M3, but with nothing now holding them up, the BMW drivers started pushing and chipping away at the leaders. Skaife had the first 25 laps all to himself, but by mid-race the Nissans were slowing, their lap times down to the high-53s or low-54s, the gap shrinking to 3.81 seconds. That forced Skaife and Richards to drive their GT-Rs harder than planned, which finally pushed them over the cliff: next time around Skaife could only manage a 54.42, whereas Longhurst was mechanically punching out 53.5s. Nissan's soft-Yokohama/hard-suspension combo had proven quick but destructive, and with his tyres blistering Skaife virtually moved over and let his teammate Richards through for the lead. Right behind him of course was Tony Longhurst, and for a few corners it looked like Skaife was ready to fight him, with the yellow BMW right alongside as they went up and over the hill at the end of the circuit... but no, Skaife ran up the white flag and headed for the pits instead, where the team swiftly changed all four wheels. He rejoined down in 6th place.

Richards now led the race, but it was short-lived, as his tyres too were dying. Longhurst went around the outside of him into Hungry Corner and, with spectacular courage, was able to brake late enough to take the place! Conceding, Richards also headed for pit lane for new tyres, taking service and rejoining 11th.

From there they went on a charge, Skaife claiming a new lap record 53.16, but then on lap 45 he slowed again reporting a throttle problem to the pits – it would later turn out he had a misfire thanks to a fouled plug. He was still doing reasonable lap times, but as a courtesy he waved Richards through rather than hold him up, a move which effectively decided the championship. "Best of the rest" was Glenn Seton’s Peter Jackson Sierra, but even he proved unable to hold off the Nissan twins, who came through to be 3rd and 4th by the time the clock ran out.

The rest was all BMW, as Longhurst charged away to take an 11-second win over teammate Alan Jones. Asked about the difference between April and July, Frank Gardner told the cameras soberly, "About four hundred test laps," before adding, "We were very lucky though." A wise outlook, assuming we're using Seneca's definition of luck: "When preparation meets opportunity." They'd certainly done the preparation – four hundred test laps with tyres costing two grand a set couldn't have been cheap – but having done it, they were in place when the opportunity came. Victory was the reward.

"Just over the moon," said a beaming Tony Longhurst on the rostrum. "Very big day for me in more ways than one!" He wasn't joking: at 5:30 on race morning, his wife Karen had given birth to a baby girl! It wasn't often a win in a national-level championship was only the second-best thing to happen to you that day, but man, he must've slept that night!

So surely that set up a championship-decider at Oran Park on 11 August, yeah? No, actually, it did not. The championship table now read Richards 137, Skaife 122, and that meant Gentleman Jim had wrapped it all up at Lakeside. The ATCC in this era operated under a drop-score system, so even if you competed in all nine rounds, only your best eight results counted towards your end-of-season total. For Skaife, the result on the chopping block was the 4th place he'd just picked up at Lakeside, which would trim 12 points from his total. So even if he won the final round while Richards DNF'd, that would only effect an 8-point swing, which wasn't enough to close the gap. Skaife had effectively given up the title when he'd waved Richards through after copping that fouled plug, a sporting gesture worthy of Peter Collins or Stirling Moss – one that enshrined Gentleman Jim Richards as a four-time Australian Touring Car Champion. In return, Jim put the rumours of a move to Holden to bed by re-signing with Gibson Motorsport for another two years, conditional upon Fred being able to secure sponsorship.

That such a win and DNF is exactly what ended up happening didn't just rub salt into the wound, but the lemon and tequila as well...

Oran Park Finale
How times change. A year ago we'd come into the Oran Park round with four drivers in the title hunt and beheld as the GT-R took its first local race win. This year the fortunes had inverted, as the title was already sewn up but the GT-R showed its first real sign of mechanical trouble.

Once again we had a fairly modest nineteen-car grid on the outskirts of Sydney, packed out by privateers like Steve Reed in the Lansvale Smash Repairs Commodore. There was the usual assortment of Corollas in the small class, and also the Bob Forbes team's Mark Gibbs, who'd swapped the GIO Commodore for a customer GT-R (more on them to come). But this weekend no-one had an answer to the sheer speed of Mark Skaife, who headed every practice session before taking his third pole in a row with a time of 1:10.60 – and that despite problems with ze car.

Gibson's third GT-R was being badly affected with a "pig-routing" exit to one of Oran Park's off-camber turns, the shock absorber rebound getting the blame. Fred made a note to return here to experiment with suspension settings before Bathurst, but for now there was nothing that could be done. Jim was a little slower with 3rd place on the grid, a 1:10.81 the best he could manage after similar handling problems to Skaife – at one stage the car scraped a wall after it jumped sideways. The upshot was that Peter Brock had once again qualified on the front row, having set an astonishing time of 1:10.78 – his Bridgestones might have only been good for qualifying, but he didn't half make the most of it!

Despite another explosive start from Skaife, they all lunged into the first turn together, forming an orderly queue through the Dunlop bridge loop. Briefly, at least: by the end of the first lap Skaife was nearly three seconds clear of John Bowe in the Shell Sierra, aided by the fact Bowe was in a huge battle between Bowe, Richards and Brock for silver. By lap 15, Skaife was a comfortable 8.46 seconds in the clear – job done.

However, while Skaife was once again running away with the race, it was beginning to dawn on us there might be something wrong with Richards' car today – he was as quick as ever coming out of the turns, but seemed short on top-end speed, which was especially noticeable steaming down Oran Park's long front straight. Both Brock and Bowe had an edge down the straight and seemed able to nose up on him there, with Bowe especially able to capitalise because his lightweight Sierra could go much deeper on the brakes at Winfield Corner. With a fresh Perkins-tuned V8 under the bonnet and the VN's slippery aero, Brocky was likewise pulling out some storming speed down the straight – but since it weighed almost as much as the GT-R, the Commodore's gains tended to be wiped out again as they transitioned to the brake pedal. Nevertheless, the duel between the old Bathurst teammates was hard-fought, clean and supremely enjoyable, even if it did point to something being wrong with the GT-R today.

Sadly, Bowe's return to form in running 2nd proved distressingly brief. The Shell Sierra was busy developing a misfire that was only getting worse as time went on, and soon both Brock and Richards were past it leaving it falling into the clutches of Glenn Seton. When the car finally gave up the ghost it was almost a mercy, and a resigned Bowe stepped out from behind the wheel and started removing his fireproof gloves. It had not been a classic season for Bowey.

Shortly thereafter Jim finally passed Brock for 2nd place, but not long after that the case of the Weirdly Slow Nissan was abruptly solved, as the cameras cut to show Richards parked on the entry to the South Circuit with smoke wafting from under the bonnet, the engine having expired, leaving oil everywhere. For the first time all year, a GT-R had failed to finish a championship round, bringing a remarkable streak to an inglorious end. Richards alighted and started removing his gloves, no doubt relieved that he'd already clinched the championship, while in the pits Fred Gibson was stone-faced but clearly not pleased. There was a silver lining, however:

Before I left the U.K. Howard [Marsden] said, "Your brief is to help the team win Bathurst," as Nissan wanted to be the first Japanese manufacturer to win Bathurst. So, everything we did during that year [1991] was to try componentry for 1,000km or more. We put an engine in Jim's car and left it in there to see how far it would go.

At Oran Park, the final round, Jimmy blew an engine up and that engine had done 2,600km. It had broken a big end bolt so we knew that was the weak link. – Alan Heaphy, Auto Action #1787

That's right: Nissan's entire Australian Touring Car Championship up to this point had been nothing but a very public test session for Bathurst, and that car had just done two-and-a-half Bathurst distances without a rebuild. And, by the by, taken five 2nd's, two 3rd's and a win in a process! Nissan was surely on the brink of making history at the Mountain this year.

So what of the rest? Win Percy's elopement to the U.K. had apparently left him out of practice, as he had an "off" early in the race that damaging his left-front tyre in the kitty litter outside Winfield Corner. That required a quick visit to the pits for a replacement, which dropped him behind Dick Johnson – a move that had severe consequences for poor Dick. In a rush to make up the lost time, Percy crunched the back of the remaining Shell Sierra and tossed its rear hatch clear into the sky, baulking Mark Gibbs in the pretty (and expensive) new GIO Nissan in the process! All three of them carried on, but Percy had to finish with bent panels that spoiled his aero, while Johnson had to maintain his composure despite the roaring draft from the back of his car was now being completely open to the elements!

Brocky meanwhile was struggling for pace, his Bridgestones once again having been more glory than substance. In his yellow BMW Alan Jones managed to get past, but Tony Longhurst wasn't so lucky: although he might have been dreaming of a third win here on the twists and turns of Oran Park, a deflating left-front tyre late in the race forced a pit stop, dropping Tony behind Alan for the chequered flag – but only just behind, as they zipped across the line together for a formation 2-3 finish.

But nobody had an answer for Mark Skaife this day, who'd put in another flawless performance to take the victory by 23 seconds. It was the final flourish of an astonishing season for Gibson Motorsport, as the Australian Motor Racing Yearbook noted in their review of 1991:

In touring car racing at least, four-wheel-drive has been so successful that it has almost rendered traditional rear-wheel-drive obsolete.

There really isn't a single track in Australia which doesn't suit the GT-R. It may be a little awkward through high-speed corners and it may be too technical for most minds to fathom, but with a strong level of staffing and budget that allowed all the necessary homework to be done, the four-wheel-drive Nissans were virtually unstoppable in 1991.

GT-Rs in the hands of Jim Richards (who won his fourth ATCC) and Mark Skaife destroyed their opposition. Check the statistics: from seven wins out of a possible nine, the GT-Rs finished 1-2 in six of them. Not once did a GT-R driver not stand on the podium during the 1991 Shell Australian Touring Car Championship. Of the 425 laps which made up the nine rounds, 337 of them were led by Nissans. Richards was leader for 229 laps.

They'd also scored an incredible 269 points out of a theoretical maximum of 280, which remained a niggling point for Skaifey ever after. "I actually finished the season with more points than Jim," he sighed in his recent autobiography, "but the crazy system at the time said you had to drop your worst score, which was a fourth place for me but Jim had a DNF at Oran Park – so he won the title while I won the round."

There was some consolation in winning his first CAMS Gold Star on the side, however. Weirdly, all seven rounds of this year's Formula Holden series had been held at the new Eastern Creek Raceway, but that'd suited Skaife just fine – he won six of them in his Spa 003, and finished the only other race 2nd, once again coming agonisingly close to perfection.

In 1990 I had started the Australian Drivers' Championship, which Fred thought would help my overall driving and testing ability. ... Fred always had the feeling that driving open-wheel cars improved your skill set – and he was absolutely right. When you drive purpose-built race cars, you can tune more things to your liking and you get to a stage where you demand more of the car. As I developed greater technical skills, we were able to be more critical of the touring car, which helped its development. It made me feel like the touring car was a taxi; guys like Ross Holder and Andrew Bartley hated it when I'd get back in the touring car and complain about all its faults. ...

I won a couple of rounds in my first season, but I dominated 1991, winning all but the first round, which Mark Larkham won. I felt like I was driving really well, and Fred was right about what I was learning. I was spending so much time in cars – whether it was the open-wheeler or the GT-R for tyre testing or whatever – that I was really making up for missing those early years with Fred. – Mark Skaife, Mark Skaife: The Autobiography

Third in the ATCC was claimed by Tony Longhurst, with BMW's comeback underlined by teammate Alan Jones finishing fourth (thanks to consecutive 2nds in the final two rounds). Brock finished sixth in the championship, while Perkins ended up eleventh. Percy finished the series in eighth place, his best result that 4th at Mallala, which was sadly the best finish for any Commodore in 1991. It was a rough year to be a Holden fan.

The 1991 championship wasn't particularly good. We had a failure at Symmons Plains with a cam follower. We failed at Wanneroo with a fan belt. It wasn't particularly wonderful that year. – Win Percy, Holden Racing Team: 20th Anniversary

Yet even Percy finished up one place ahead of five-time ATCC champion Dick Johnson, who'd endured a miserable series in his Sierra, his best finish a 4th back in the opening round at Sandown. It was a remarkable downturn that the once-mighty RS500 had gone winless this year, but against the incredible speed of the GT-R they just couldn't keep any rubber on their tyres. Behind the scenes, outrage was growing, and it wouldn't take very much longer for it to find an outlet.

 

23 June: A Year of Godzilla

The next race with full YouTube footage important race was Round 7 of the championship at Mallala, north of Adelaide in South Australia. It was a weekend where the headline was politics, and if you're the tinfoil-headgear type, a race where the outcome was determined before the race even started.

Sniping Across No-Man's Land
Mallala saw a return to tiny grids, with just twelve cars able to make the trip across to the Adelaide Plain. The only reason we talk about Wanneroo and not Mallala when discussing sparse grids was because Mallala featured John Vernon in Peter Verheyen's Toyota Corolla GT AE86... although the word "featured" is doing a lot of work there; he was getting seat time, nothing more. "Quality rather than quantity" was Channel Seven commentator Mike Raymond's take on the situation, an attempt at positive spin that could've turned an electron into a positron, but later in the broadcast even he had to admit the grids this year badly needed filling up.

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On the other hand, Mallala had been resurfaced since last year, which was a nice upgrade all-round. A lot of the bumps had been smoothed and a couple of corners had been tidied up, and in the commentary box Neil Crompton pointed out that where last year there'd been a certain amount of off-roading and corner-cutting, this year there were proper kerbs in place to define it all a bit better. Overall it was a nice quality-of-life improvement, and the drivers enjoyed their track time a whole lot more.

Pairing nicely with the new tarmac were some new tyres. All three of the tyre giants supplying the series were now firmly into the "experimental compounds ahead of Bathurst" phase, with Bridgestone having given Brock new rubber to qualify on and Dunlop doing the same for Dick Johnson, as noted, since the Amaroo round. Now Yokohama joined the party as well, with Longhurst revealing he too had some softer tyres for this weekend. And if Longhurst had them, you could bet the Nissan team had them as well, which brings us neatly to the question of politics.

Early June saw a CAMS motor racing commission airing various options to slow down the GT-R for 1992 and bring it back to some sort of parity with the rest of the field. Among the ideas floated were forcing the cars to run in rear-wheel drive only; putting air restrictors in front of the turbos like contemporary WRC cars; or reducing tyre width so the GT-R was limited to the same amount of driven rubber on the road as a rear-drive car in the same tier – which would've meant 5½-inch pizza-cutters on all four corners!

According to reports at the time, Gibson did actually test some of these options. At the time, the World Rally Championship was also run on the Group A rulebook, but with 40mm air restrictors in place to limit the amount of air getting into the turbo and so limit engine power. So far they'd proven very successful (the infamous Celica cheat was still a couple of years away), and at Wanneroo such air restrictors had allegedly been in place for the qualifying, but not the race, contributing to that Johnson/Percy front row. They also tested the car in RWD-only mode with the front drive shafts removed, which they found added two whole seconds to their lap times at Winton.

Unsurprisingly though, Gibson Motorsport and Nissan Australia threatened CAMS with legal action if they tried to make any of this stuff mandatory, Fred Gibson pointing out the cars were built to meet the rules and that his team shouldn't be penalised for doing a good job. CAMS asked Gibson to come up with a counter-proposal of their own if they were so smart, but if the team did so they dragged their feet about it. Why would they – why should they – slow down their own car? After a multi-million dollar investment in the GT-R (to say nothing of the investment of head office in Japan), one could argue the team and company deserved to win a couple of championships, but that was a rather myopic view of things. The reality was that nobody, not even Gibson, could ignore the harsh economic reality of 1991 forever, and getting the economics right would mean at least paying lip service to the question of entertainment. Sorting this out would ultimately mean considering the question of the ATCC as a sport versus the ATCC as a TV show, and coming down on one side or the other. This wasn't over.

Nor, for that matter, was the question of drivers. It was common knowledge by this point that Win Percy, both lead driver and boss hog of the Holden Racing Team, would be quitting Australia and returning to the U.K. at the end of the year. He'd only taken the HRT job in the first place because it was supposed to be a one-year gig – it was no part of his plans to drop out of the European scene for too long and be forgotten – and this second year was a product of enthusiasm following that unexpected Bathurst win more than clear-sighted career planning. But 1991 was proving hard going, with the VN Commodore not really turning out to be any faster than the old VL, so Percy was starting to pack his bags and keep one eye on the exit. That meant there would shortly be a full-time, fully-paid race seat opening up with the factory team of one of Australia's premier car-makers. And the name everyone seemed to be connecting with that seat next year was Jim Richards.

The rumour wasn't without foundation. Although blessed with a million-dollar budget that was the envy of teams at the time (hell, adjusted for inflation, a lot of teams today), Gibson Motorsport was not exactly flush with cash. What was enough to build the fastest Sierras on earth was barely adequate to run a pair of Nissan GT-Rs, and there was no guarantee the current dominance would be able to continue next year. Nissan Australia was sinking fast and the cost of the race programme was a tempting shoot for the bean-counters always looking for something to prune. If the budget from Nissan was cut, Gibson would have to revert to just a single car for 1992, and that single driver would probably have to take a pay cut. Mark Skaife, a young and cheap driver who did the bulk of the testing, fulfilled multiple roles in the workshop and ran a road car business on the side to pay for his Formula Holden activities, was a near-perfect fit for such a role. For a driver starting to get into the "retirement planning" phase of his career, however, a salary probably meant more than a fast car. For Jim Richards, the HRT gig was surely a temptation.

The problem for Gibson was, how do you go sponsor-shopping when you've just lost your star driver? A bit hard to promise them the world and convince them to put up the big bucks when it's all going to be riding on a driver not much better than a rookie, with only a single win to his name. The way you squared that circle, I think, was to make that rookie the 1991 Australian Touring Car Champion. Sure Richo, you go to Holden if you want to, mate, but leave the #1 decal at the door on the way out. That'll be on Skaifey's ride for 1992, thankyou very much.

So it was that when the Gibson team unloaded their cars for the weekend, the faster of them – almost certainly GMS GT-R 3, which had been Richo's ride all year – suddenly had Skaife's name under the wing mirror. Richards had been palmed off with the older and slower GMS GT-R 2. Officially, this was for testing and setup purposes ahead of Bathurst, but that only makes a marginal kind of sense – any kind of experimental part was going to be on Mark's car first, because he was the superior test driver (as Jim readily admitted) and was not the team's championship contender. Maybe they wanted Mark to race their prime car on the new Yokohamas to gauge their effectiveness, but I really don't see a reason they needed to do that at a race weekend and not, you know, a tyre test. A few like to see this move as Fred putting Richards in his place, but Fred doesn't strike me as that kind of petty – hard-nosed and ruthless in the mold of Frank Williams, maybe, but not petty. No, I'm putting my money down on it being Fred's way of throwing the championship to Skaife, ensuring his team would keep the reigning Australian Touring Car Champion for the difficult negotiation season ahead. After all, with 92 points to Richards' 110, with a maximum of 60 still on offer, Skaife was still eminently capable of taking this championship.

Either way, these shenanigans basically decided the race.

You Know How It Goes, Sing Along...
It was gusty and overcast on race day, with a touch of rain only fifteen minutes before the start. For once though, the cars starting near the back weren't praying for rain – the 4WD Nissans would only have gained even more of a traction advantage in the wet, so there were a few sighs of relief when the track dried out before the starting gun and we were set for only a standard massacre after all.

Would it be redundant at this point to say when the flag dropped, Skaife took off like a slingshot and was never headed again? Well, when the flag dropped Skaife took off like a slingshot and was never headed again. He simply drove off into the distance leaving Seton, Percy and Bowe to crowd three-wide into that first turn – setting up that classic photo I've used as the page image above. By the fifth lap, the GT-Rs were lapping one second quicker than any other car in the field, and by lap 20 the gap from Richards to the pursuing Glenn Seton was the full length of the back straight. By mid-race, Skaife had a yawning 8.7-second gap over Richards, who in turn had another 15.6 seconds in hand over Seton. Once again, the race was over; now we just needed to complete the 50 minutes.

Seton was best of the rest in 3rd, heading up a train of two Commodores (Percy ahead of Brock), then the two Shell Sierras (Bowe ahead of Johnson). The duel between Percy and Seton was intense but not flashy, as Seton would open up a gap any time they hit the straight and he put 410 kW to the ground – only to lose it again when they hit the next braking zone, the Holden Racing Team having held on to their Bathurst-winning carbon metallic brake pads.

Alan Jones had an interesting weekend: he tried to qualify with a light fuel load and ran dry on his hotlap, failing to set a time and thus forcing him to start dead last. Then late in the race he lost a valve spring and his engine started missing at the top end. One wonders why a known diva like Jonesy was putting up with this...

But that was about the only source of entertainment in the piece, as the first half of the race was all very follow-the-leader – were it not for the crowd you could've mistaken the round for a track day, with a handful of drivers just going around and around. It was only in the second half, once tyres started to kill off the pace, Tony Longhurst started to come into his own. Tony admitted to the commentary team after that his biggest problem this weekend was getting sufficient heat into the tyres, which must have broken the hearts of the Holden and Ford teams when they heard it. In an age when the Sierras and Commodores were switching to ever-harder rubber trying to stop them melting too soon, the BMWs were having to fit softer rubber than expected to try and switch theirs on!

Either way, the first victim in his sights was Dick Johnson. Anywhere the road straightened Dick powered away, but as soon as they jumped to the brake pedal Tony was all over him again, worrying him left and right, the little yellow car sniffing for a way through. We never actually got to see the move, sadly – another Channel Seven ad break, no doubt – but by the time they dialled up Skaife for a mid-race talk, he was past both Johnson and Bowe and hunting down Brock for 5th.

Brocky put up some resistance, but not much. Tony simply out-braked him into the Northern Hairpin, running smoothly up the inside and see ya later. Next on the agenda was Win Percy, and it only took a couple of laps as like Peter, Winston didn't fight much: they all knew how the M3 worked by now. Up the inside at the Northern Hairpin again, and Tony was through. Next up, Seton.

Young Glenn had been suffering fading brakes for a few laps now, as evidenced by a late-race lock-up that the cameras barely caught. Nevertheless it was Seton who was Tony's most impressive overtake that day: got a nose up through the right-hander at the end of the Penfolds straight and got alongside, then held it through the following left-hander knowing it would be immediately followed by another right-hander onto the start/finish straight. Seton didn't give ground lightly and the scrap slowed them enough for Percy to close back up again, the three of them engaged in a brief three-way skirmish. But in the end, Tony kept the place. In the latter half of the race, he'd risen from 8th to 3rd purely on merit, with a series of solid passes on hard-nut racers – but there was no way he was going to catch the GT-Rs today. 3rd would have to do.

The following duel between Percy and Seton was almost as good: the Sierra's brakes might've been shot, but there was nothing wrong with the Commodore's. Daringly, Win committed to the outside move into the Northern Hairpin, knowing it would give him the inside through the sweeping left-turning Repco Corner that followed. It was a brave gamble to commit to standing hard on the throttle for that section, knowing his Holden V8 would have to match the turbocharged muscle of the Cozza, but Winston was a wise old head and knew if he could edge Seton onto the marbles the Ford driver would be the one to run out of grip. Sure enough, Winny hung Seton out to dry and, power deficit or not, decisively took the place. He'd been ruthless though, forcing Seton over the kerbs at the apex of the Hairpin to compromise his launch onto the straight, and he also gave Seto a little nose shave at the highest-G part of Repco Corner. Racers gotta race, and in the end they saved the event from being almost terminally dull. As Mark Oastler admitted, this was what Group A was supposed to be about – multiple cars of very different types and makes all battling it out. It was just a shame we hadn't seen more of it this year, and that it was happening so far down the order...

Mallala?

Inevitably, Skaife crossed the finish line and greeted the chequered flag, winning by 16.8 seconds over Richards, who was only 2 seconds ahead of Longhurst by the finish. They'd eked 41 laps out of the alotted 50 minutes, with fastest-lap honours going to Skaife thanks to a 1:09.48. Pole, fastest lap and the win after leading every lap – job done, I'd say. Was it all his own work, though, or a gift from his team boss? You be the judge. He had the faster car and the softer tyres, that much we know for sure...

Neil Crompton in fact stuck his head through the noose and asked Richards whether Skaife had a better car today, but the New Zealander maintained a truly impressive poker face: "No, he just drove better on the day," he said. "I couldn't do anything about it, and I slowly drifted back into Tony's clutches." "I think it's a good birthday present for the car," said a happy but tired-sounding Skaife. Even for these ultra-fit specimens, an hour running flat out could be quite a strain.

His comment raised a good point, however: having debuted at this race in 1990, the Nissan Skyline R32 GT-R was now a year old. As the car blew out its first candle, it wasn't a bad idea to consider that in 1990 it had emerged from its first qualy session in 3rd place with a time of 1:10.89; a year later, it was pole with a 1:08.98. Who says there’s no such thing as progress? But it was clear, with that kind of development rate, the sport would have to do something radical to rebalance the scales, and soon.

Back to Business: Lakeside, Winton & Amaroo

Normal service resumed when the scene returned to the Australian Touring Car Championship proper. Rounds 4 and 5 at Lakeside and Winton respectively fell to Jim Richards and his Nissan Skyline R32 GT-R – but famously, not Round 6 at Amaroo Park.

One thing I haven't really done this year is discuss chassis numbers, detail exactly which cars each driver was sitting in for each race they entered. I apologise. To remedy that, ahead of this entry I set myself the challenge of getting chassis numbers for every single car in these middle three ATCC races and... to be honest, I failed. There are still a handful of privateer Commodores and especially Corollas in the tiddler class that never seem to get identified, falling through the gap where, "Really Obscure Car" fails to overlap with, "Punters who Care Enough to Find Out". There's only so much I can do given a subscription to V8 Sleuth costs omigod $440 a year, a price that tells me it's aimed at the socially-secure older gentlemen who own and race the actual cars rather than bloggers who needed a cheap hobby back in the GFC. As a Millennial, most of my money is of course tied up in massive stockpiles of avocado toast, so as tantalising as a day in the Sleuth's vaults would be it looks like I'll be locked out for a while yet.

That said, chassis numbers for most of the big-name drivers are fairly well established at this point, so here's the list so far:

• Cars #1 and #2, the GT-Rs of Richards and Skaife, chassis GMS GT-R 3 and GMS GT-R 2, respectively. GT-R 1 was written off after that crash in Adelaide, so GT-R 3 was built to replace it while GT-R 2 did the spadework of that epic off-season test programme. So I'm guessing that GMS GT-R 2 would've been Skaife's car and GT-R 3 was Richo's, because why wouldn't you give your newer, better car to your championship contender?
  
• Car #3, the Dulux-sponsored VN Commodore of the Lansvale Smash Repairs team, was probably chassis LRT1.
• Car #05, Peter Brock's Mobil Commodore, was of course Perkins Engineering chassis PE 012.
• Car #6, Tim Grant's Sizzler Skyline. Haven't nailed a proper chassis number for it yet, but the commentary from Bathurst 1990 led us to believe it had been Mark Skaife's '89 car.
• Car #8, Colin Bond's trusty Caltex Sierra, chassis CXT1. Debuted back at the Oran Park enduro in 1988, raced by Bondy more or less ever since.
  
• Car #11, the other Mobil Commodore of Larry Perkins, built by the man himself as chassis PE 013.
• Car #13, Bob Holden's long-suffering Toyota Corolla. Would actually end up with more Bathurst starts than any car in history, but no actual chassis number that I know of.
• Car #14, Warren Jonsson's VL Walkinshaw. Was actually chassis TWR 022, the purple Herbie Clips car driven by Tom himself over in Europe in 1988. It had been sent back to Australia for that planned '89 ATCC that never happened, and since been Perkins-ised and used by the Holden Racing Team before being sold off to the privateers. Today, that was Jonsson.
  
• Car #16, Win Percy's VN Commodore, chassis HRT 026. Built new for 1991.
• Car #17, Dick Johnson's Shell Sierra. Chassis DJR5, originally built for the 1989 endurance season and used by Dick to take his final ATCC wins (at Symmons Plains and Phillip Island 1990). It was also the car Radisich & Allam had driven to 2nd place at Bathurst 1990.
  
• Car #18, John Bowe's other Shell Sierra. Chassis DJR6, the final Dick Johnson Sierra, built for the 1990 enduros. This was the car that failed at Bathurst that year, and then exploded so close to the finish at the Eastern Creek 500.
  
• Car #20, Alan Jones' BMW M3 Sport Evo. Forum-searching reveals this car was originally built by someone called Matter for the works Schnitzer BMW team for the 1990 DTM season. I haven't been able to find anything definite, but it feels like "Matter" was the equivalent of Dencar for Commodore teams, an outsource for caged bodyshells utilised by several teams. As such, both Longhurst Racing machines have rather confusing chassis numbers, with Jones' recorded as M3 1-166 3/90. Unfortunately the information doesn't get more specific than that: I'd love to know who drove it in which races of the 1990 DTM, but further Googling had so far revealed nothing. As with Japan, the information is probably out there but not recorded in English, and the sheer number of cars built by Schnitzer would make it a tough slog. Which sucks for me, because I want to know and mein Deutsche ist Scheisse.
• Car #21, Mark Gibbs' GIO Commodore. Chassis RF04, also known as Dencar 01. Built new for 1991, and due to have a very short career.
  
• Car #25, Tony Longhurst's Benson & Hedges M3 Evo. Chassis M3 1-161 3/90 (see above). We do apparently know this was the car that won the 1990 Wellington 500, but that's based on the TV commentator mentioning it when (spoiler alert) Tony crashed it during the '91 event. Again, I'd love to know who drove it in the DTM, but nothing concrete seems to be out there.
  
• Car #27, Terry Finnigan's Foodtown Commodore. Listed on V8 Sleuth by a VIN rather than a chassis number, AVN914652, suggesting it started as a road car rather than as a Holden Motorsport shell. Would still be around into the upcoming 5.0-litre era, but more than that unknown.
• Car #28, Kevin Waldock's Playscape Sierra. Chassis MM6, the customer Sierra built by Andrew Miedecke for Waldock back in 1989.
  
• Car #30, Glenn Seton's Peter Jackson Sierra. Chassis numbers are a bit cloudy here, as both GSR1 and GSR2 were built for the start of the 1989 season; one of them was crashed and badly damaged at Lakeside, but then later in the year the team were back to two cars. So, was the crashed car rebuilt, or was it scrapped and a new one built? I don't know, and the recent Seton book is likewise beyond my pocket for now. So we'll toss the coin and guess it's GSR2.
  
• Car #33, Bob Pearson's Pro-Duct Commodore. As mentioned in the last entry, chassis PE 011.
  
• Car #43, Brian Bolwell's Sierra. Chassis TLR5, the last Tony Longhurst Sierra built for Bathurst 1990, the one with a yellow cage that set a new lap record in practice.
  
• Car #44, Mike Twigden's Sierra. As Bolwell's teammate, also an ex-Longhurst car, either TLR3 or 4 (the usual confusion applies here, as these Wolf-built cars from Germany are almost indistinguishable).
  
• Car #48, Peter Verheyen's Toyota Corolla. Nothing known, though a rummage through my photo collection made me realise I had a good shot of it coming over Bitupave Hill at Amaroo (still with Eastern Creek co-driver John Vernon's name on the window), so I made it my page image above. The little guys deserve more exposure.
• Car #52, Peter Doulman's BMW M3 vanilla. Probably the second of the three JPS cars built in 1987, as the first one (which started as a 325i with the build interrupted halfway through) probably wouldn't have been worth much to customers. Would've had much in common with...
  
• Car #53, John Cotter's BMW M3. The third and last of the JPS team's hardware from 1987, which is easier to identify because of its unique radio antenna layout. Both non-Evo M3s were now being run by M3 Motorsports, an outfit established by Cotter and Doulman to run their ex-JPS BMWs. As such, they were prepared at Doulman Automotive in Auburn, Sydney, and together they'd won their class at Bathurst in 1989.
  

At the very bottom of the list we have cars #74 and #76, 1.6-litre Corollas entered by Bob Holden Motors so Bob could blood his Bathurst co-drivers (Frank Binding and Mike Conway, since you're wondering). I wouldn't be surprised if they were ex-factory cars from Toyota Team Australia, but I don't know that for a fact. And as for Kevin Heffernan's PACE Racing VL Commodore, I couldn't find anything at all – not a chassis number, not a racing number, not even a good period photo so I'd know whether it was a VL SS or a Walky. Kev, mate, if you're reading this, get in touch.

Round 4 – Lakeside, 28 April
Now that we've scared off of the lightweights, let's get into some actual racing.

At Lakeside (unusually, the first of two rounds to be held at Lakeside this year), Gentleman Jim was very nearly as dominant as any mortal driver could be. Thanks to a brilliant 53.43-second qualifying lap he had the luxury of starting from pole, giving him an open track to make the most of the GT-R's awesome starting capability. From there he inevitably won the race, eking 54 laps out of the allotted 50 minutes and leading every single one of them. The only scratch on this perfect performance was that fastest-lap honours went to his teammate Mark Skaife, who posted a 53.78 at some point during proceedings. Skaife had qualified only 3rd but sprang off the line to make it an immediate Nissan 1-2, which was naturally how they finished.

From there was a yawning 9-second gap to Tony Longhurst in the M3 Sport Evo, while the other local boy and crowd favourite, Dick Johnson, had made a brilliant start of his own to rise from 12th to 6th by the end of the first lap. Having virtually rebuilt the car overnight, with new suspension and a new engine, such a turn of speed was heartening for the de facto Queensland national team, but it all came to nought in the end. To make the distance Johnson had to pit for new tyres, and rejoined almost clouting the Nissans as they roared past the pit exit – meaning he'd gone a whole lap down in only half a race. He finished only 9th, while John Bowe, after a spirited early battle with Longhurst, could only manage 10th.

Of the lesser runners? Glenn Seton took a hit from Win Percy in the Karussell on lap 1 and slid off into the dust, rejoining having lost some places; the right half of his rear bumper hung loose for the rest of the race. For his part, Percy was eventually pressured into a mistake by Longhurst, the Dorset farmer's son locking a brake on the entry to Hungry Corner (so named because it was waiting to swallow you if you got too hungry with the brake pedal). Percy had to abandon the corner to pull up the HRT Commodore, letting Tony skittle through – though only just. He too was pushing like crazy.

In the end though, there was no covering up that this was another overwhelming victory for the R32 Skyline: Richards and Skaife lapped the whole field up to 5th. That doesn't mean Skaife was acting as Richo's tail-gunner, however: "Mark's a hard guy to have behind you, I can tell you!" was the old master's wry comment on the podium, and, a proven winner these days, Skaife half-jokingly agreed: "We tortured each other for the whole distance."

Round 5 – Winton, 5 May
Winton likewise went Richo's way, again after starting from pole. What was his secret? "It's simple," he explained. "You just go as fast as you can without slipping off the track." Skaife would've done well to listen to him, as he ran out of road and landed in the dirt several times in an attempt to go faster. He ended up only 5th on the grid, a fact that would be key to his race the next day.

At the start, finding himself boxed in behind Win Percy, Skaife elected to expand his definition of the track to include the grass between the tarmac and the pit wall, taking the 4WD Nissan four-wheel-driving in an attempt to leapfrog the Commodore. When the flag waved, Skaife turned hard right and roared around the HRT Commodore as it bogged down with wheelspin, out-dragging the Holden V8 even with his Yokohamas biting on slippery grass rather than nice grippy tarmac! He made the pass and rejoined 3rd behind Glenn Seton, but in scrambling back onto the track he supposedly gave Win Percy a tap. So whether it was for that, or just for leaving the circuit and gaining an advantage, he was eventually given a stop-and-go penalty – one not handed down until after he'd fought a hard but clean battle to get past Glenn Seton for 2nd. With a third of the race gone, Skaifey's work was utterly undone and he was forced to start all over again.

Fred Gibson wasn't happy of course, firing off the usual team boss lines about how the infraction wasn't that bad ("It was only two wheels off the track..."; no, Freddo, it was four), the stewards were being overly-cautious (they weren't), and anyway, wasn't it a bit late to enact a penalty? On that one he kind of had a point – while it was true that race control had waited twelve minutes to announce their decision, which makes one wonder what the hell they could've been arguing about, there wasn't exactly a statute of limitations for this stuff... and the argument was predicated on the wrongdoing being immediately obvious, which rather undermined his other points!

Regardless, Skaife got his elbows out and worked his way back up through the field, and when the chequered flag came out after 47 laps he was back where he belonged – in 2nd place, behind his team leader. This time he had to share fastest-lap honours with Richards, however, who’d clocked an identical 1:01.86 laptime.

With the season half over, the stats were incredible: out of five rounds, Gibson Motorsport had taken a perfect five victories, all of them slam-dunk 1-2s. I'll say that again: in five attempts, their cars had finished 1st and 2nd five times. On four occasions they’d also started from pole and taken the fastest lap (with only the Dick Johnson team’s efforts at Wanneroo preventing a complete whitewash on that front as well). With 95 and 80 points respectively, it was clear either Richards or Skaife would be crowned champion within the next couple of races; best-of-the-rest Tony Longhurst was struggling with just 46.

It would be wrong to say this was getting monotonous, however; this had started monotonous, and now it was just getting silly. The GT-R was simply too great a leap forward for anyone to entertain hopes of beating it, and it was beginning to look like it would take nothing less than a miracle for another car to win.

The miracle occurred.

Round 6 – Amaroo, 2 June
From the beginning, the sixth round of the championship at Sydney's Amaroo Park was against the run of play. For the first time all year, no GT-R was starting from the front row: the Dick Johnson cars had both qualified on experimental new Dunlop tyres (and indeed, the head of development from Dunlop in Japan had flown in to watch), resulting in a front-row lockout for the Shell Sierras. Dick himself had earned himself P2 with a time of 51.02 seconds, while Bowe had creased the tarmac on the way to pole with a time of 50.58.

The ongoing tyre war had also thrown the Perkins team a bone, as Bridgestone coughed up a new compound for Larry and their golden boy Peter Brock. Brock's 5th place on the grid with a lap of 50.38 told the whole story – it was an identical time to the one set by Alan Jones in the M3, a heroic effort given the Commodore's obesity and primitive suspension. Unfortunately, like Bridgestones since time immemorial, they would prove great over a single lap but fade quickly, a toxic combination in the current ATCC.

So where were the GT-Rs? Skaife had managed to pull out a 51.06 to qualify 3rd for the race, a disappointment that traced to fitting a set of super-hard Yokohamas in an attempt to balance the car – the 4WD Nissan's tendency to understeer into corners and oversteer out again was going to make for a long day at Amaroo. By contrast, Richards had punched a hole in his engine block when a conrod bolt failed, leaving him without a qualifying time and forcing him to start from last place on the grid. The imperturbable one remained unperturbed, however, no doubt remembering that he’d also started dead last for this race in 1987, and still gone on to win: "It will be fun," he said. The catch was, in '87 he'd been driving a BMW...

At the start, both DJR Sierras got away to good starts running side-by-side – which is how they stayed, appropriately, until Dunlop corner. Happily, the wall of Shell cars prevented Skaife from getting an early break, with John Bowe acting as tail-gunner and keeping Skaife behind him for a good four laps while Johnson pulled out a handy 2-second lead. It was a doomed effort, of course, and everyone knew it – Skaife inevitably used his superior traction to nip past Bowe coming out of Stop corner – but the DJR boys had at least kept Skaife from making a gap off the line and then driving to the flag at his leisure. Now, it would be a tyre war to the finish. Game on.

Richards, on the other hand, had passed eight cars on the opening lap to rise from 22nd to 14th place in just 1.94km, quite an effort on such a narrow track, even if it was mainly against Corollas and privateer Commodores! By lap 6 Richards was up to 8th place and carving through the field fast, while Johnson's advantage over Skaife had been shaved back to just one second. Two laps later Skaife was right on his bumper, and on lap 10, going over the top of Bitupave Hill, Skaife was finally able to out-drag Johnson and assume the lead. Those trick new Dunlops simply hadn't lasted.

Crucially, however, following Skaife through on that move was Tony Longhurst in his BMW M3 Sport Evo, rear wing set resolutely to Nürburgring and setting blistering lap after blistering lap. Longhurst gnawed on Skaife like a dog on a bone for the next eighteen laps, forcing him to keep the pace up as the Nissan’s tyres got sicker and sicker, its handling more and more wayward. Eventually, on lap 28, Skaife's shortage of grip saw him run gently wide through Dunlop Corner and, his BMW still running like it was on rails, Longhurst didn't hesitate for a second: Tony was through and gone, the B&H team leading their second AMSCAR race in a row and, significantly, their first ATCC race for the year.

Richards meanwhile criss-crossed Brock out of the Hairpin to move up another place, then moved on to Seton, and then Bowe whose tyres had also expired. Taking the hint, Johnson pitted for fresh rubber, thus removing himself from the equation altogether. His tyres likewise completely shot, Skaife had a huge powerslide late in the race, and that was enough for Richards to pounce, promoting the man who'd started dead last to 2nd place. With five minutes remaining Richo set off to catch the leading BMW, and got within 1.6 seconds... but then the chequered flag flew, and Longhurst greeted it first, becoming the first car other than a GT-R to win a round of the 1991 ATCC.

It was a shock result, and one that proved what the Gibson team had been saying all along – the GT-R was not invincible and, an aspect of the programme that doesn't get much mention, a lot of their success was down to just doing a very good job. In particular, Richards' mastery in keeping some meat on his tyres for the whole race was thrown into sharp relief by Skaife's inability to do the same, and the canny old Kiwi was still the one they feared when he had a good car under him. As Tony later confessed: "The last ten laps went on forever and when I realised it was Jim and not Mark in my mirrors, I shit myself!"

AMSCAR Interlude: the M3 Sport Evo

For some teams the next event on the calendar was the first Lakeside round, held a fortnight after Skaifey's maiden win at Wanneroo. For others – namely, those based in Sydney – it was the first round of the AMSCAR series held only one week later at Amaroo Park. In such a sparse season there's time to branch out and take in these lesser events, and in this case it might do to have a closer look at the car Tony Longhurst was driving as well. After all, it was about to start winning...

Hidden Talent Counts For Nothing: the BMW M3 Sport Evolution
It's important to realise the new Benson & Hedges cars were not the ones Jim Richards had taken to the championship back in 1987. This was not just another M3: this was the BMW M3 Sport Evolution, sometimes known as the Evo 3, and comparing it to the old one it was like putting your morning espresso down next to a crack pipe.

BMW hadn’t exactly left the M3 alone through the long years of Sierra domination. In 1988 they’d released the Evo 1, with engine tweaks to give the race teams a tad more power. The Evo 2 that followed in 1989 had ditched the catalytic converter, swapped out the window glass for something thinner and lighter, and fitted a deeper chin spoiler for better aero. With the demise of the European championship, however, BMW had simply turned their attention inwards to the domestic series, and in the process they'd only got even more intense.

The Deutsche Tourenwagen Meisterschaft, or DTM, was nothing less than a war for supremacy between the West German manufacturers, where no quarter was ever asked or given. Key to the new-look DTM was a ban on turbocharging for 1990: in this post-Sierra landscape, Mercedes-Benz had coughed up the 190E Evo 2, with more power and a cartoonishly huge rear wing to give it proper downforce. Audi had also given the pot a stir with a new Quattro powered by a V8 made by welding two Golf GTi engines together, and even Opel had pitched in with the Omega A2.

The opposition: *deep breath* the Mercedes-Benz 190E Cosworth 2.3-16v Evo 2.

The Sport Evo was BMW’s big stick in this contest, built to homologate a body able to take the 18-inch wheels needed to win, as well as an engine taken up to the new 2.5-litre limit. Only 600 of these cars were made, all of them in 1990, and BMW Motorsport (as the M Division was then known) took the opportunity to really push the boat out.

The Sport Evo sat 10mm lower than the previous M3s, hitting the road on sizeable 16-inch wheels (albeit with wheel arches enlarged to take the 18s of the racecars). The storied four-cylinder S14 engine was upgraded to the new S14B25: by boring out from 84 to 95mm and fitting a longer-stroke crankshaft, the engine’s swept volume increased to 2,467cc, just nicely below the category limit. The engine also got slide throttles, eight injectors, larger inlet valves and sodium-filled exhaust valves, with a larger exhaust manifold and chrome-tipped exhaust to help the whole thing breathe. A more aggressive camshaft was fitted, and extra oil nozzles sprayed oil at the underside of the pistons to help keep them cool. BMW used 8mm red spark plug cables to make sure deine Freunde noticed if you lifted the bonnet.

The result was 177 kW at 7,000 rpm, with only a slight decrease in torque compared with the standard M3 – some 240 Nm at 4,750rpm. 0-100km/h was done in 6.1 seconds, with the standing 400m covered in 14.8 or so, depending on the slickness of your gear changes. The U.S. and Japan only got a normal H-pattern gearbox, but European cars got the the dogleg variant of Getrag’s 265 5-speed, meaning first gear was to the left and down rather than left and up – a trap for young players maybe, but a tactile link to the racecars, and very cool.

Source.

Luxuries like a thirteen-button trip computer, air conditioning, leather sport seats, central locking, electric windows, electric sunroof, premium stereo, map light mirrors, active check control and seat heaters were all deleted in order to keep weight down, though they could be put back as options. Since 1988, Euro-spec M3s had also been available with Electronic Damper Control by Boge. This offered three shock stiffness settings, Komfort (K), Normal (N) and Sport (S) in order of increasing firmness, adjusted via a dial on the centre console.

Body-wise, the Sport Evo had thinner glass, extra cooling ducts that took the place of the fog lights, and reprofiled radiator grille slats for better air penetration. It was available in only two colours, Jet Black (sometimes listed as Glossy Black), or Brilliant Red. But the real standout feature was the adjustable rear wing, which gave you three options to tailor the car to the tarmac – choose between Monza, Normal or Nürburgring, then put your foot down!

Low-drag setting called "Monza" because Hockenheim was the Mercedes test track, I guess?

As you can probably tell, this was a car never intended for shopping or school runs. But on the other hand, pairing the 2.5-litre engine, aggressive aerodynamics and huge 18-inch wheels with slick racing tyres made for one hell of a racecar, much quicker than a proper Group A car: CAMS only allowed it into the country because they’d realised something had to be done about Dick Johnson’s Sierras, and the Sport Evo was BMW’s slice of the pie. That the Nissan GT-R had since become even more dominant than the Sierra was an unforeseen headache.

Still, Tony Longhurst’s yellow machine was hitting the track with some 274 kW under the bonnet, at a screaming 8,750rpm, and in a car that weighed only 900kg – plus a touch of real downforce. A brave driver could really fling such a machine around, and even expect to bring home results if the circuit that week didn’t have too many long straights...

Enter Amaroo Park, stage right.

24 April – AMSCAR Round 1
A reminder for those who came in late: AMSCAR, or "Amaroo Super Cars", was a single-track championship run solely at Sydney's Amaroo Park. A track running its own championship was nothing new, especially in the crowd-pleasing "multi sprint race" format, but AMSCAR was different for a couple of reasons. Firstly, thanks to generous sponsors, there'd always been serious money up for grabs, which made the series an important earner that regularly attracted Sydney-based pros like Colin Bond. Secondly (and not unrelatedly), the series had a lucrative TV deal with Channel Seven, foreshadowing the coming age when watching races live from your living room would be de rigeur.

This being 1991, however, the recession was hitting AMSCAR as well, and the series was down to another anaemic three-round schedule with grids getting awfully close to the ten-car barrier. Those ten included Bob Holden in his #13 Toyota Corolla, Colin Bond in his #8 Caltex Sierra, Garry Willmington in his Toyota Supra Turbo, and of course Tony Longhurst in the #25 BMW M3 Evo. Sadly for everyone else, however, Gibson Motorsport had entered one GT-R for Mark Skaife.

Mark Gibbs in the new GIO Commodore (photo taken at Lakeside)

All these had been competing since the start of the year, so the new cars on the grid were a quartet of Holdens, as Trevor Ashby (in the #3 Lansvale Smash Repairs entry), Bob Forbes' driver Mark Gibbs (#21 GIO car), and privateers Terry Finnigan (Foodtown #27) and Bob Pearson (Pro-Duct #33) all upgraded to the new VN Commodore to replace their outdated Walkies. Of these Pearson's was probably the most notable – chassis PE 011 was actually the first VN ever built by Perkins Engineering, anteceding even the Mobil cars Peter Brock and Larry himself were driving (indeed, it was probably Pearson's order that had funded Larry's entry in last year's Eastern Creek 500...). Unlike Win Percy's factory car, however, none of these had the means to develop the new engines allowed in the rules, so they had to improvise with what they had: all four simply acquired a VN bodyshell (plus a Group A bodykit, available through Holden Motorsport), then fitted it out with their existing fuel-injected Walkinshaw V8.

As with last year, the AMSCAR format was a pair of sprint races of 10 laps each, a very different beast to the 50-minute ATCC rounds – no preserving the tyres, just maximum attack! That approach suited the GT-R just fine, as despite struggling with understeer, Skaife still claimed pole position having got around Amaroo Park faster than any Group A car had gone before.

The speed of the GT-R was an old story by this point, but it was still sobering to watch it happen in real time. At the start, Skaife blasted away from the line and simply left the rest behind, setting a blistering pace around the tight Sydney autodrome. By the second lap he was 2 seconds clear of the next car (Tony Longhurst in the M3), so we may be grateful that Bond, Finnigan and Gibbs made the first heat worth watching with a brilliant little dice for 3rd. All the same, Skaife took the flag with a 16.3-second gap back to Longhurst, having pulled out better than 1.5 seconds per lap (and reduced the lap record to 51.16 seconds along the way).

Heat 2 looked like being a case of second verse, same as the first. Skaife once again had, "A lead of three seconds in the first five seconds!" in Neil Crompton's words, but this time he was unable to extend it any futher. Longhurst drove his heart out to stay within 1.7 seconds of Skaife, in 2nd, while Gibbs and Finnigan resumed their proto-V8 duel. The point of difference was that Heat 2 didn’t really feature Bondy, who received a love tap from Gibbs off the line that ruined his start. In his recovery drive, Bond had to fight his way past Bob Pearson in his #33 Pro-Duct Commodore, and by a stroke of luck, Channel Seven were taking feed from Bond's exterior RaceCam when he was exiting Stop Corner and caught Pearson lighting it up, getting sideways and tapping the wall!

Skaife, however, lost the race when his Nissan sickened with a misfire on lap 4, leaving Longhurst free to win as he pleased. "I could have got out and run alongside, it was going so slow," Skaife moaned, and he wasn't wrong. The car made it back to the pits and retired, a surprising development when the GT-R was supposed to be reliable by now. My guess? The race was only intended as a money-maker for the Gibson team, so the car had been put together with spare parts left lying around the workshop. If that was the case, it would not be something the Longhurst team could count on when they returned for the shared ATCC round in June...

14 April: Skaife's First Win

Jimmy and I had come out of the blocks fast in 1991. All the work on the GT-R in the back end of 1990 and over summer had given us a car that was reliable enough for us to drive hard. Jim was the reigning Champion, and I was keen to make my mark. At the time I had never to this date run a full Australian Touring Car Championship, and I was finally getting my chance. – Mark Skaife, Mark Skaife: The Autobiography

It's a pleasure to witness the first flowering of a new talent, and that's exactly what we got to see as the championship took its traditional swing west. At Wanneroo Park, Mark Skaife took the first of what would one day be a record number of victories, a cause for celebration at Nissan and anyone else interested in the sport... and yet, there was no getting away from the fact that he didn't have a lot of competition on the day, as the grid behind him was mostly empty air.

Young Skaifey, not pictured at Wanneroo '91.

 

The Heart Grows Fonder
If grids had been anaemic at Sandown and Symmons, they were downright anorexic by the time of Wanneroo. None of the local Western Australian drivers were able to join in the fun this year, leaving Local Colour like Tim Slako and Alf Barbagallo conspicuous by their absence, while the GIO-backed Bob Forbes team elected to stay home, shaving Mark Gibbs from the entry list as well. That left just eleven cars to take starter's orders for this round, and that, gentle readers, just might be the record for an officially-sanctioned touring car race in Australia.

That's all of them.

Because the first third of this year has been so hectic for me personally, I can't remember if I only just learned this or if I was saving it for now, but either way: the reasons why bit deep into the state of motorsport in early 1991. What with one thing and another, governing body CAMS had been in financial trouble even before the recession; once downturn set in, however, the jitters turned to outright panic. To stave off bankruptcy the Confederation resorted to steep hikes in their fees, to the tune of $10,000 for any track that wanted to host a round of the ATCC, and $6,000 per car for the teams (double those figures if you want to know what that's worth today). That was far too rich for the weekend warriors, who vanished from the series overnight.

So by the time the circus arrived in Perth, only the hardcore pro teams were still in the game: the Dick Johnson Racing pair of Dick himself and sidekick John Bowe; the Mobil twins of Peter Brock and Larry Perkins; the Benson & Hedges M3s of Tony Longhurst and Alan Jones; Win Percy for the Holden Racing Team; Colin Bond's red Caltex Sierra, and the blue Peter Jackson equivalent of Glenn Seton; and the mutual admiration society over at Gibson Motorsport, Gentleman Jim and young Skaifey. That was it, the whole 11.

Testing Times
After the spanking they'd received in Rounds 1 and 2, most of the teams had spent the month between Symmons and Wanneroo doing some much-needed homework, seeking to get their cars up to the searing pace now required in Group A. Most of the focus had been on reducing weight, which would've reduced lap times even as it eased the burden on their overworked tyres, so there must've been some swearing when CAMS introduced a 2.5 percent increase in homologation weights for all cars across the board. The idea was to encourage privateers back into the game by sparing them the expense of parts made from exotic materials, but with zero privateers on the grid in WA, we've already seen how successful that was. The road to Hell really is paved with good intentions...

The times being what they were, of course, all the testing had been done with no money, which would have consequences for the Wanneroo weekend. John Bowe went through two engines on Saturday before catastrophically blowing a turbo in the Sunday morning warm-up, leaving him to start the race second-last (with only Larry Perkins behind). Win Percy meanwhile had fronted with HRT's first '91-spec engine, built to capitalise on the intake and exhaust freedoms introduced at the start of the year, with Rob Benson having reportedly expended five engines and 3,000 litres of fuel on the dyno putting it together. Unfortunately, all the effort (and expense!) was voided when Percy blew it up in Friday practice, leaving him to qualify and run the race with, effectively, the engine with which he'd won Bathurst.

It was rather impressive, then, that he still managed to qualify 2nd with a lap time of 59.26 seconds, beaten only by Dick Johnson's 59.10! In a season dominated by the Nissans, seeing the works Holden and de facto works Ford starting at the front was an unexpected delight for the fans. Jim Richards was in fact only third-fastest with a 59.38, which inevitably led to accusations of sandbagging by the Gibson team – but no, the time was genuine, a fact traceable to violent understeer in the GT-R.

“There are lots of high speed changes in direction here,” Richards explained, “and with a full load of fuel the car has inherent understeer characteristics.” He made it sound boring enough, but on the road it was substantially more heart-in-mouth: in one of the practice sessions Richards had gone straight ahead entering Turn 1, and only just managed to pull it up before the sand trap. Skaife had it even worse, unable to complete the latter half of the turn and landing in the sand proper, almost rolling another priceless GT-R.

He was able to drive it out again thanks to the four-wheel drive system, but it left him to start 6th with a time of 59.65 seconds, behind even Tony Longhurst (59.54) and Glenn Seton (59.60). Wanneroo Park was still king of the tyre-shredders, and with its enormous kerb weight and more than 600 horses under the bonnet, 4WD was an advantage the GT-Rs would sorely need. Both Richo and Skaifey would need to introduce some reticence to their driving if they wanted to see the chequered flag.

Jim won the first two rounds of the 1991 Championship at Sandown and Symmons Plains, and then we went to Perth for the round at the track we now know as Barbagallo. It's a great track – I'd driven the GT-R there the previous year and it was, and still is, a real car-control track that I liked right from that first visit. It's a low-grip track and the cars slide around, which damages the tyres. It still has that tendency today and is the hardest place on tyres per kilometre in Australia. So often it feels like driving in the rain, but if you were able to make the tyres last while still going fast enough, there were big gains later in the races. – Mark Skaife, Mark Skaife: The Autobiography

We Few, We Happy Few...
So the incorrigible eleven lined up on the grid before the Wanneroo control tower and waited for the off. It wasn't long coming: the starter raised the green flag, held it for a brief pause, and then gave it a mighty heave, signalling the beginning of Round 3.

From pole position, Dick launched his Sierra perfectly, forcing Percy to tuck in behind him. Once again both GT-Rs made demon starts, but Richards got stuck behind Percy, whereas Skaife pointed his nose at the outside line and found wide open space for his horses to gallop, so it was Skaife who followed Dick into the first turn, with Percy relegated to 3rd and Richards 4th.

It quickly emerged that Johnson's surprise turn of speed in qualifying had been strategic – he'd bet everything on a Moffat-style strategy of running flat-out with a light fuel load and soft Dunlops, hoping to build a gap before a planned mid-race stop. In the early laps it seemed to be paying off, as Johnson's advantage over Skaife stretched from 2.2 seconds by the end of lap 1, out to 3.4 seconds by lap 4. But was that going to be enough? The answer, as we found out on lap 5, was no, as the gap shrank back to 2.7 seconds and remained there or thereabouts ever after. He'd needed to pull out a second per lap to even have a hope against the Nissans, and with the race less than ten minutes old that was already out the window, as his pace fell away far too quickly. Tyre-hungry Wanneroo had already eaten his Dunlops.

So what about Win Percy in the Commodore? Well, by lap 11 Richards was finally close enough to make a move on him, diving up the inside into Turn 6 and holding his breath as Percy decided whether or not to slam into him in reprisal. Ever the professional, Percy decided against it, and the Kiwi held the place as they exited the turn, the Nissans now running 2-3 behind Johnson's distant – but not distant enough! – Shell Sierra.

Having lost a place to the Nissans, Percy then had to fend off the buzzing irritant of Tony Longhurst in the BMW. Wherever the track climbed or held straight the little Bavarian car struggled, but as soon as the road turned it came into is own. Only a lap after Richards had shown the way through, Longhurst tried it at Turn 6 as well, and only the fact that he couldn't match the Commodore on power stopped him taking the place there and then. Up the back straight the Holden pulled away, but when they arrived in the hard braking zone at the bottom of the hill he was all over Percy once more. For the second time in two corners, Percy kept the place only because of engine power, but even so the sheer speed of this new-fangled M3 was deeply worrying. The ace up the M3's sleeve had always been tyre life, so there was every chance Tony would be able to do this all day and spring a surprise late in the race.

On lap 15 they came back from an ad break and had the bright idea to talk to Dick Johnson in the lead, which was now back out to 3.5 seconds. Unfortunately Dick was already in trouble and, well...

Neil Crompton: Dick you're working pretty hard at the wheel there as we take Dunlop RaceCam. Is the strategy going to work?

Dick Johnson: Oh, God only knows, mate. It's got more pops than a lollypop shop at the moment. It's just a gamble, mate, we've gotta see how it pans out in the end.

Mike Raymond: What did you hope to have over the two Nissans when you pulled in for your pit stop?

Johnson: Well, the way this thing's going at the moment I don't think that'll happen.

Raymond: You have got to do a pit stop, Dick? There's no way you can go all the way?

Johnson: No mate, she's just sorta...

At that very moment the vacuum-cleaner howl of the Cosworth engine plummeted, signalling the #17 was a dead car rolling. “You do this to me, Mike. I don't know how you do it!” said Johnson with a despairing laugh. “I haven't...” said Raymond in shock. “Oh mate, I've given you the kiss of death again!”

By the time they hung up Dick was already in his pit box, taking service from a crowd of smartly-dressed DJR mechanics, but now it didn't matter. Even a healthy car would've struggled to win the race from there, and the #17 wasn't one of those. He lost more than a lap in the subsequent stop and even when he did rejoin, he was catastrophically slow. Johnson gave up and simply toured back to the pits to park it, the head gasket having once again proved the weak link in the RS500.

So the top four now were Skaife, Richards, Win Percy and Tony Longhurst: another Nissan 1-2, with the marginal interest that it was more like a 2-1, according to the numbers on their doors. The remarkable thing was that neither Longhurst nor Percy were falling behind, even though there were no team orders at Nissan and both Skaife and Richards were free to try and win it. The reality was neither of them dared push too hard lest their tyres die and leave them stranded, so the race was effectively sewn up. Team orders or not, there were no more lead changes to come.

So what about everyone else? Bond and Seton kept their Sierras running, but the price of reliability was speed, which they never really found and so never made an impression. Peter Brock's pace was limited by the fact the engine would misfire any time he accelerated too hard, hinting at a fuel pump problem that would keep him from making a dent either. His teammate Perkins never featured in the race at all, so why he had no pace today (or for that matter, why he'd started dead last) were never really explained. So the entertainment in the middle of the race had to come from Longhurst, who was still hounding Win Percy for all he was worth.

Feeling the pressure, Winny ran wide at Turn 7 and clambered over the kerb, leaving the door open to Tony, who dashed through without a second thought. It was now Nissans 1-2, Longhurst 3rd, but Neil Crompton swiftly noticed that Win had a problem. Rather than getting back on the pace, the Commodore was now in limp-home mode as he returned to Turn 1 – not crawling and spewing smoke, just no longer running at race pace. Crompo speculated he had a flat tyre, but no, it turned out the Commodore was simply overheating. Longhurst had pushed him so hard he'd melted the mighty Holden V8 trying to stay ahead.

Win headed to the pits and, when he got there, removed his helmet while the mechanics ambled around the machine with absolutely no urgency. This one couldn't be fixed, so it was game over for the Holden Racing Team. Mark Oastler was Channel Seven's man in the pits that day, and asked Percy what had gone wrong.

Win Percy: Oh, about three laps ago I flicked a fan belt and the generator light came on. I assume the engine's cooked. I watched the water temperature go up. Going onto the straight here I went over my own water and nearly lost the car. I'm afraid the engine's finished. Probably an alternator belt for all I know.

Oastler: Were you happy with the performance of the car up 'til then? It looked like you were going very strongly in 3rd place.

Percy: Yeah. I guess the Nissans are gonna be the problem, and the Bee Em, and that wasn't far out. But yeah, I was enjoying it. I think I was giving the Nissan a pretty hard time, in fact a very hard time. I think now we might soon close on the Nissans a little bit.

Percy's demise promoted Longhurst to 3rd, where he'd remain for the rest of the day. Shortly thereafter Brocky also elected to park it, the misfire apparently worsening to the point that he couldn't continue. With Larry Perkins also pitting that same lap (most likely for tyres), it was a bad day to be a Holden fan. Perkins would be the sole Holden to see the finish, and he would be a lap down.

Not that it was an awful lot better being a Ford fan – John Bowe made a tyre stop halfway through the race, just as the boss had intended to do, but a halfshaft failure shortly thereafter crippled the car in mid-flight. After a visit to the pits to see if it was fixable (if wasn't), Bowe pointed its nose back at the track and kept circulating anyway. With championship points paid back to 10th place and fewer cars than that left in the race, he was guaranteed to score if he could just hold out to the chequered. He would eventually limp home 8th place, five laps behind Mark Skaife.

So although it wasn't quite as straightforward as it might look in the history books, Wanneroo once again slid inexorably into yet another Nissan 1-2. The GT-R was fast, but that didn't mean the drivers could relax: talking to Richards over RaceCam, Mike Raymond extracted this.

Mike Raymond: No understeer problems as such today?

Jim Richards: Yes if you push it real hard, but we're driving it so that it doesn't have any.

Raymond: Well I think the both of you have about a twelve-second break on Tony Longhurst, and the rest of them I think have probably parked.

Richards: Well, y'know, you can't afford to let up. Our cars aren't doing it easy around here, I can tell, you and it's bloody hot. And Tony at any time can keep attacking, but we're getting a bit slower...

Raymond: The next round is a fortnight from today at Lakeside, and I guess like everyone else you've heard the rumours that Tony's been very quick around there with the BMW. Is that a track that you think you're going to have some difficulty with the Bee Ems?

Richards: For sure. We know he's quicker than us around there so it'll be very very interesting...

More interesting than this race, for sure, which had degenerated to the point of speculating about others!

This one looks like it was taken at Mallala, but you get the idea.

Eventually the “last lap” sign was shown, and Richo had one last look at overtaking his teammate, but it was never on. The two Nissans had run out the clock and now, at last, crossed the finish line to chalk up another Nissan 1-2 finish – this time, with young Skaife taking the honours. A summer blockbuster it might not have been, but it was official, and it had been against genuine opposition. Richards hadn't been hanging around, but he just didn't have an edge against his young teammate – an ominous sign for the rest of the grid. Young Skaife was already as good as any driver alive.

Neil Crompton: He got you by a couple of car lengths, but it was a great drive?

Jim Richards: Oh listen, Mark's driving as good as anybody out there. He got the start, and I wasn't about to do anything silly; no team orders, he won fair and square. Good stuff.

Crompton: Another great performance again from the Nissan team. You've done your homework, and things still look good for you in the championship?

Richards: Yes, yes. It wasn't that good in practice, but we thought we had a good race package and we're still gathering some points, so it's good.

Crompo then turned to Skaife, but Skaifey was all business:

Mark Skaife: Yeah it was very good. I'd just like to thank Nissan for their efforts, because the car doesn't suit the circuit overly well, and the boys worked very very hard to make it a good package, and the car was fantastic.

Crompton: What was going through your mind? I know it's an old cliché question, but you must've thought, “Can I get this thing? Can I actually get up and win a round of the touring car championship?”

Skaife: Yeah I suppose the first two rounds, our obligation, meaning Jim and I, was to do the best for Nissan. And again, that's what we've tried to do today. Off the start I got a great start, and Jimmy was sort of boxed in, so it was just the advantage of this run.

That was Skaife when he was still driving, all work and no play. After 30 years to let it sink in and get some perspective, however, he was able to wax a bit more lyrical.

On this weekend, I was driving no better than Jim, but the cards fell right and I had my first ever round win – even though I'd run fewer than 20 rounds in my career to that date. I think in all Australian motorsport history up to that point, only around 20 people had actually won a round of the Championship. So that was pretty big in a 24-year-old's life. – Mark Skaife, Mark Skaife: The Autobiography

3rd place went to Longhurst, a warning shot if ever there was one. The upcoming run of Lakeside, Amaroo, Winton, Lakeside again and finally Oran Park were sure to smile on the BMWs far more than the Nissans, so if anyone was going to reel them in for the championship, it was going to be Tony.

Crompton: The coming tracks are going to be curious, to say the least, for the Nissan team. We know you've tested in a few spots, and you're not that happy with the balance of the car on this tight stuff. This bloke over here in yellow's going to give you a bad time?

Skaife: I think for sure. And I think Win Percy in the Commodore again showed today how competitive he is. So it's going to be very tight racing, it'll be fantastic.