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1999 Tour of Mull

Jan 04,2006 by Julian Grattidge

Some things go together like chalk and cheese, others are a perfect fit. Take Subaru Impreza’s and rallysport for example; each is now synonymous with the other.

Back in 1999 I wrote an article for True Grip, the official magazine of the Subaru Impreza Drivers Club covering that year’s event twinned with my experiences as a new Subaru Impreza owner.

 

The Rally...

 

The Tour of Mull is for me probably the best rallying event in the world. I've been into rallying since I could walk; in fact I think my first words were ‘Escort’ and ‘Mexico’. After years of watching Club, National, International and WRC events, for me the Tour of Mull epitomises all that rallysport should be about; commitment, courage, camaraderie, and the odd bit of carnage, as the roads on Mull are not your average roads!

 

Run by the 2300 Club (Blackburn) the rally has been running in various guises since 1969 when it started off as a one night ‘road rally’. After the demise of road rallying in 1987 the club managed to get an Act of Parliament passed to allow closed road rallying to continue on the island. Since then it's become a three-leg pace note event starting on a Friday night and finishing on Sunday morning giving around 170 competitive stage miles on some serious bits of tarmac.

 

Enter the Impreza...

 

I’d managed to get my money together for a new Scooby by the end of August. For a while I’d toyed with the idea of taking it to Mull if I managed to get one in time. All the V registration cars were now coming into the dealers and not to be put off by such things as waiting lists I started my hunt for a Turbo Saloon. Initially I got quite worried as most dealers were quoting anything between four and ten months but through sheer persistence and dogged determination, not to mention hassling nearly every dealer in the country, I managed to locate two that were available for September delivery; one in blue and one in red. This was fine, but after months of seeing these beauties driving around whilst I got my readies together I had set my heart on a silver one! I contemplated for a few days and then bingo - I found one in Chesterfield for delivery 3rd week in September. How those weeks dragged - until I got a call to say the car had come in a week early and was ready for collection... I'll just get my coat!

 

I had plenty of time to run her in and get the first service sorted before Mull. Furthermore, I realised I needed a few goodies before I went - The first being decent lights as I’d had a little ‘moment’ even at a gentle running in pace, and secondly an improved exhaust, especially after hearing a Scooby rumble through the 18th century streets of my home town of Leek with a Scoobysport rear silencer · the perfect noise!

 

 

Final preparations...

 

And that's how I found myself the night before we left, fitting the exhaust and Cibie driving lights as supplied by Scoobysport. The travelling arrangements for this year’s trip were Lisa (long suffering girlfriend). Paul (jealous brother) and myself in my Scoob; with friends Pierre and Ange in this years opted hire-car choice, a Ford Focus. Shortly after 6.00am we were on the M6. We held a steady constant speed right the way up to Carlisle, which did not take long as traffic was very light. Once onto the A74 out of Carlisle I noticed Pierre dropping back on all the long uphill sections as we got into the Lowther Hills. It was moments later that we got our first Focus performance update in the form of a text message which read simply “It doesn't like bloody hills!” The endless up hill’s, which for us were a 5th gear cruise with hardly a whiff of boost, were for the Focus a redlined affair in low gears in an attempt to keep up a decent speed. Poor lad!

 

Family Conversion...

 

My brother had been threatening to have an Impreza for a good while but kept getting put off by that nasty ‘mortgage’ word. As such, I saw it as my duty to ensure that what was a ‘might have’ would be a must have by the end of the week. In view of this I thought there was no time like the present and handed him the keys as we stopped just this side of Glasgow. The main reason for this is that once out of Glasgow and over the Erskine Bridge you are onto the roads that Scooby’s were made for. From memory I don't think the car was off boost all the way to Oban! Paul quickly settled in and was soon making most of these fantastic roads.

 

On our first few trips to Mull we went up to Crianlarich on the A82 and then headed west towards Oban on the A85 thinking this to be quickest. Then on one occasion we tried the A83 to Inverarary and the A819 linking back up to the A85 by Lochawe and we’ve been driving it ever since. With little traffic you can make the best of countless sweeping bends and 3rd / 4th gear corners. Once back onto the A85 towards Oban you can make the best out of the dips, curves and crests all the way into Taynuilt, from where it’s a stones throw down to Oban and the Ferry port. On arrival in Oban Paul had a grin from ear to ear and it took some serious persuasion to get him out of the driving seat. My work was done!

 

All aboard...

 

We have found that it always pays to be first onto the ferry, as this invariably means first off, allowing you to get ahead of the boat traffic on your drive up the Island. Of course it doesn't always work like that. We've missed the ferry on a few occasions mainly due to traffic congestion. On one occasion we made it really early so decided to have a walk round Oban. Needless to say we ended up in a Pub and were still sat there when I noticed the loaded ferry going back past the window on its way over to Mull! So we had to stay there until it returned again · Shame! This time however we made it on in second and third place and only had to wait twenty-five minutes for the ferry.

 

The Isle of Mull, Home Sweet Home...

 

The Isle of Mull is the second largest of the Hebrides with a population slightly under three thousand. The local economy is based on fishing, farming and tourism. Each year the rally brings around 160 teams to the island and is a high point in the Mull Calendar. Words can't describe how beautiful and tranquil this place is (until John Price starts up his Metro 6R4). The surroundings and wildlife are a tar cry from the sights most of us are used to as we leave the house each morning and we regularly see golden eagles, stags, free roaming highland cattle (not so much roaming rather lying in the middle of the road!), dolphins and seals. There are even whale watching trips arranged, but before I go off on a ‘David Attenborough’, let me explain by far the most important thing on Mull is THE BITS OF TARMAC THEY CALL ROADS!

 

Bar one small section of road with two-way traffic the whole of the Island's roads are single track, and I mean single track - The roads used for the stages take no prisoners, they are narrow, twisty and have every conceivable type of bend, dip, and crest known to man. Furthermore you get combinations of all of these in every 200 yards of road. Don't get me wrong though; once you have found a pace, they are the best roads in the world - hence the reasoning for taking the Scooby.

 

Another Session Begins...

 

As we pulled off the ferry onto the island the car that was in front pulled over to let us pass and we were off. The A849 from Craignure to Salen is the only road with two-way traffic and with fast 5th gear bends following the coastline it's soon covered. Once past Salen the holiday really begins as you get onto the A848 to Tobermory; the start of the single-track roads that we've come to know and love. The car felt at ease all the way up the island coping with all dips and bends that Mull could offer and on arrival at our digs was purring with delight. The week building up to the rally, for us, always follows a similar pattern. By day we drive the stages all round the island stopping off for food and drink or when discovering somewhere or something we've not seen before. Then by night were back in Tobermory, sampling the Scottish hospitality in the myriad of Pubs and Restaurants scattered along the front of the harbour.

 

Monday morning and we're eager to get some miles in. We decided to drive all the stages down the West coast and were soon in amongst it. Paul's hoping to compete next year as a navigator and as such has been perfecting his notes over the last five years. Thus the plan is always for him and Pierre to go first in the Focus with Ange, Lisa and myself following in the Scoob. This is so that if we encounter cattle trucks, or cattle for that matter, they meet them first! My rough rule of thumb is to always (where possible) keep the slightest bit of their car in sight. This gives a good reaction time whilst keeping enough space between you to enjoy it. With all the crests, brows and dips on Mull, the Focus was an excellent car to follow with its almost roof mounted tail lights as you could see them until the car was virtually out off sight.

Getting To Grips...

 

The first section we did was Mishnish Lochs' my favourite road on the island. I don't think you are out of 2nd gear all the way from Tobermory to Dervaig! It's crammed full of linked corners combined with spectacular sets of uphill and downhill hairpins which lead you down into Dervaig. Although I’d had the car for a few weeks this was the first chance for me to start getting to know the car and find out what it was capable of when the permitted, but don't get me wrong, we are NOT racing when we go out - the locals and other visitors to the island are using the roads as they have every right to do so.

 

We stopped off in Calgary Bay for a quick photo session and were away again down to the bottom end of the Island. Once out of Gruline we went west again on the infamous Gribun (B8035) stage. This is where most of the ‘big-offs’ occur during the rally as its quite a mixed stage with lots of open, light and medium crests and you’re airborne quite a lot, then you're into a section that mirrors the Great Orme with additional fast sections to the end. By the time we got down to the A849 it was time for some lunch so we carried on towards Bunessan for a stop off. In order to cram in the 170 odd competitive miles of stages, many sections are run both ways, thus after lunch we headed back the way we had come.

 

Play Time...

 

I felt my abilities with the car improving with every hour that passed and began to give her a little push as we headed back up the island. It had been drizzling on and off throughout the day, but this is not a problem on the coastal roads as the wind coming off the sea dries them quickly, but as we got back into Dervaig it was clear they’d had       heavier rain whilst we were down the bottom end. The tarmac was quite wet as we drove Mishnish Lochs’ again back to Tobermory and my confidence was building. I started to attack some of the corners deliberately pushing her on through the tight uphill hairpins out of Dervaig and again through some of the more open hairpins down the other side. Now in the wet, the tendency for understeer was apparent but with some persuasive steering and increased use of the right foot you could counter under-steer with over-steer, giving way to some ‘happy cornering’. Thus the first of a few moderate back-end-out moments when the road / conditions permitted.

 

From one to another...

 

As we were nearing Tobormory I noticed the unmistakable nose of another Scooby coming in the other direction. I pulled over at the next passing point and awaited its arrival. As the R registration Turbo passed by I looked at his car, he at mine, and then we were off again. However, what I noticed from that point on until we left the Island was an unmistakable secret language between Scooby drivers. When one let another pass there was always an exchange of big childlike grins - If ever a look said a thousand words, then this was it · an unashamed beam as if to say ‘Are you having as much fun as I am?”

 

Nice Car Mister...

 

That night we lost the plot a little in the pub, you know what it’s like when the stories start flowing (and the beer) and you’re amongst old friends. Needless to say after leaving the pub with as many take-outs as we could carry, the following day was rather sedate in comparison to the previous one. Around midday I went down to the shop to get some coffee for our much needed caffeine intake and parked up on the harbour front. As I came out of the shop a throng of island kids were surrounding my car; all pointing at various bits and trying to get their heads underneath it. As I approached I got the obligatory ‘nice car mister’ · it’s a privileged feeling knowing the car of their dreams, you’ve got the keys to. I opened the car and let them have a look around whilst answering a torrent of questions; “is it fast?”, “is it in the rally?” of all the questions my favourite had to be “have you gone off in it yet?” Now there’s confidence for you! I saw the same group of kids at various times through the week and they’d always jump into the middle of the road and wave each time they spotted the car!

 

It’s a Royal don’t you know...

 

On the Wednesday we had a leisurely drive down the East side of the island and took a few photos of the car in front of Duart castle and Torosay castle. As we wondered around Torosay Castle the girls spotted a little silversmiths shop (there’s loads on mull) so we went in for a look. It was a really nice place where you could see them making the stuff in a workshop behind the display counters. However, for me, one piece of jewellery looks much like another so after a while my eyes started to wonder. As I looked around the workshop I noticed a door in the distance that opened into a courtyard at the rear, through which was parked a mint old MGB GT V8 finished in dark metallic silver with the proper wire wheels. I asked the lad behind the counter about it and he said “Oh, it’s my boss, he’s mad on them” in a tone that implied a hobby come obsession (sounds familiar!). He then went on to explain that his boss had about six of them. This particular example had been rescued from a field in Derbyshire and after spending much time and money bringing this fallen rose to former glory, for it had to be said he'd done a cracking job, he got in touch with the MGB Register to see if this rare car had any history. At this point he got a bit of a shock, as it turned out that the car had been given to Prince Charles as a Birthday Present by MGB. However, the bit that made me laugh was that apparently after about three weeks he gave it back in favour of an Aston Martin DB7! Well..., wouldn't you?

 

Mid Week Madness...

 

Each day the Island gets busier as more and more teams arrive, thus the roads are full of crews making last minute changes to their notes. Dave and Andy arrived this year without their trusty steed! We've been coming up to help and watch them every year in their Escort BDA. The car has served them well over the years getting them as high as 8th place overall last year, testament to their skills as the top ten is usually cluttered with 4wd Scooby's, Evo’s, Cossy's, 6R4's and alike. This year however, things were different. They started a business importing cars a while ago, and as such thought, if they were selling Scooby's they should be driving one. Thus two RA's are in a container heading for Blighty as we speak in order to provide car and spares for next years assault on Mull. As the BDA has already gone to a new home, a Mk III RWD Escort BDA was hired for the event. It's great on Mull, as alongside the ‘super-cars’ you've got well turned out rally cars from yesteryear; Immaculate Mk I/II Escorts, Metro 6R4's, Saab V4's, even the course car is a mint Lotus Cortina! Along with these you've got the cars prepared by those with perhaps a little more mechanical knowledge than sense! How about a mid-engined, rear wheel drive Nova, with a centrally mounted radiator and cooled by roof mounted air ducts - only on Mull. Or, even better (you'll love this!) The amazing ROVARU! What was your everyday Rover 200 now has a two litre Astra engine fitted. Bolted to this is a BMW M3 gearbox, which in turn powers a Subaru rear axle. Chuck on some Scooby struts and ‘hey Presto’ you've got a rally car!

 

It's Show Time...

 

The build to the rally climaxes on the Thursday night as we all prepare for scruitineering on the Friday. Shortly after dawn on Friday the first rumbles can be heard as the top seeded rally cars arrive in Tobermory for scrutineering which is held in the courtyard of the local Distillery- The smell is amazing! The mood changes during the day as the drivers get ready for the off. We wished Dave and Andy luck and headed off to watch the first stage. This year’s event had a ‘special stage’ in place to celebrate the rally's 30th anniversary, in the form of a blast around the streets of Tobermory. The start line on the Harbour front would then see the cars in a headlong sprint around the bay to an uphill hairpin to climb the steep and twisty road up behind the sea front houses, and this was our vantage point · a tight left hander at the top of the climb from the harbour front. Finally, after a week-long build up, the magical hour of 8.00pm on Friday night arrives and they're off!

 

Callum Duffy was first on the road in his MPL liveried Mk II Escort. He won last years event after snatching victory from fellow islander Neil MacKinnon in his Kenny McKinstry prepared Impreza after the alternator packed-up prior to the last couple of stages. The sound of the local hero’s car was almost drowned out by the cheers from locals as he passed by, sweeping through the corner with back-end twitching nicely. MacKinnon was not in this year's event due to a nasty car accident on the island a few weeks previous. Mind you the nine-times winner could afford to have a rest now and then! As such, Subaru hopes were firmly pinned on the shoulders of Chris Griffiths in his Group A Ex-Works (Carlos Sainz) Impreza, and he didn't disappoint. The sound of the Anti-lag bouncing of the Tobermory stonework as he passed by was phenomenal! You could hear him off the line down on the harbour all the way up to where we were standing.

 

Where Are They All..?

 

We waited until Dave had come through and then made our way down to service in Craignure. By the time we got down there the cars had done four Stages; Tobermory, Glen Aros & Hill Road, Gribun and Scridain. The cars then drive non-competitive all the way from Loch Scridain to Craignure. The front-runners were not yet in but already conversations were at fever pitch as rumours circulated that Duffy (car 1) was already out after crashing into the Armco on Gribun, one of the Evo's had disappeared somewhere off Glen Aros, whilst horror stories abounded that Eddie O'Donnell (car 6) had taken a ‘big-off’ on Gribun; rolling the car at speed and crashing over a wall and into the sea! The service area at the ferry terminal in Craignure with its 180 odd service barges looks and sounds like a fairground, and its great as the cars start to arrive and crews and mechanics are dashing around to compare times and fix cars. This time was no different, as everyone wanted to know what was going on. Times were soon being printed off and all was confirmed; Duffy was out on only the third

Stage; a TCA breaking on the Escort launching it into the Armco on Gribun, also confirmed was O'Donnell's fate, the car was indeed on the rocks but both occupants were ok. So where did all this leave Griffiths and Davies in the Subaru? Where else but in the lead!

 

Dave and Andy came in unscathed telling of how they encountered the hole in the wall where O'Donnell had gone off, a notorious left hander as you get into the ‘Great Orme' bit. Their run had been hampered by the car leaking oil, the fan belt then slatting it through the bonnet vents and onto the windscreen. Dave thought it was rain at first and so put the wipers on... BLINDNESS! With this happening on all four opening stages they had already dropped down the rankings into the high-teens and the feeling in the camp was not good. We carried out a few mods with Dave's service crew and then made our way to spectate on the next set of stages. The hours were flying by and it was gone midnight as we arrived at the end of the Loch Tuath stage. This was the last stage of the first leg and by the time the cars reached us they would have completed Mishnish Lochs' & Calgary, and then down to us on Tuath. Parking space was limited by the time we got there with just one space remaining for the Focus. This left me to test the `off-road' capabilities of the Impreza as I negotiated some ditches and mounds and took the car up onto some soft and muddy coastal waste/grassland. I was a little worried about clearance at first (countless memories of knocking and scraping the front spoiler of my whale-tail Cosworth) but I was pleasantly surprised to find it coping with all bumps and ridges with ease. I glanced over at Lisa to find her giving me a ‘stop playing and park the damn car’ look. Once parked and out of the car she laughed saying ‘Serves you right’ as the car was now completely covered in crap -definitely a jet-wash job at Mackay's in the morning!

 

Picture the scene...

 

It's gone 1.00am, you're standing in complete darkness and I mean complete darkness, not the faintest glow from City lights on the skyline. From behind you comes the sound of the sea lapping at the base of the rocks you're perched on. From miles away you begin to hear the faint grunts of BDA's and 6R4's along with the bangs and crack's of anti-lag echoing round the coastal inlets. The cars are pounding down the ten-mile stage at mere minute intervals all trying to catch and pass the one in front. You begin to see light, at first its just vague reflections off the solid, low lying, cloud coming in off the sea. As Griffiths gets closer the sound becomes more distinct, Anti-lag fills the air and the hairs on your arms start to rise. Then, out of nowhere, comes the rip-snorting cacophony of sounds and smells of the Group A Subaru Impreza on full-heat - Night becomes day as the clusters of light pod's blaze into view. The air is filled with the sound of rubber being pushed to its uppermost limits of adhesion as the cars back-end drifts perfectly round a tight but long left-hander. Immediately, with a seemingly effortless dab of the brakes (a torrent of ant-lag) and a blip of the throttle the car reverses it's stance completely to slide the other way into a fast sweeping right-hander before a headlong all-out attack over the long (long for Mull) 300 yard straight to the flying finish. Not satisfied with all that, the beast lets out a five-second long wail of anti-lag throwing flames from the exhaust as the car immediately decelerates after the finish-line before pulling up at the time control. The car rumbles on tick-over as the navigator gets his time from control and then the car moves off noisily to make its way back up the island. The crew and car will now have a few restless hours before the second leg starts, made all the easier knowing that they still lead with a comfortable cushion over MacGillvray’s baying Evo in 2nd.

Concerns grew as Dave and Andy failed to pass in their allotted sequence, we headed back to the time control to see if there was any news. By the time we got there another eight or so cars had passed and still no sign, then, on the corner where we had just been watching, we saw the lights of a car limping round. It sounded suspiciously like a BDA. Sure enough it was Dave and Andy, The car had overheated whilst letting go of most of its oil - and thus the end of this year’s competition. Roll on next year in the Scooby!

 

After a quick Jet-wash at McKays on Saturday morning the Scooby was looking brand new again and ready for action. With Dave and Andy out, our whole motley crew went to spectate on the second leg stages. There are 10 stages on the second leg and we chose to watch on Loch Tuath, stage 11 (again) and then onto Gribun, stage 16. Our vantage point in Gribun was the corner that had seen all the action the night before. Last nights final stages had seen Dougie Hall overhaul MacGillvray to move into second, whilst John Price remained fourth. Throughout the Second leg Griffiths led the way, there was certainly no let up in pace on the two stages we were watching. In such blistering form it seemed as if this could be his year; slackened off anti roll-bar settings coupled with his Irish tarmac set-up seemed to be paying off. After 17 stages John Price moved ahead of MacGillvray taking his 6R4 into third, this despite losing time when on the second afternoon stage he rounded a corner at speed to find John Cope's Escort Cosworth on it's roof in the middle of the road!

 

And Finally.....

 

We eventually managed to catch up with Chris Griffiths in Tobermory after completion of the second leg stages. As his service crew readied the car for its final foray he chatted to us for a while, kindly letting me move my car right along side his for the essential photo opportunity. On telling him of my intentions to do a write up for the SIDC Magazine he replied `They should all be up here, this island was made for Impreza's!' Wise words I thought when you consider he was going into the last 5 stages of the event with a 2-minute cushion over his nearest rival! He then asked me if I wanted his car moving to get some better shots but I could see his crew were still fettling in and around the car so thought better of it, and without wanting to give it the kiss of death said there should be plenty of time for that tomorrow after he'd won the rally!

 

We wished him luck and then he was away to the 9.00pm restart down in Salen, Meantime we were off to Glen Aros to spectate. Griffiths came through at a good pace. However, one got the feeling he was easing off just a touch, airing on the side of caution. The same could not be said for Dougi Hall - I'm sure the car was on the limiter in top as he came past!

 

After Price there was a gap where MacGillvray should have been, we soon found out in service that he had gone off only a mile or so from where we had been watching, rolling his Evo into the Glen Aros undergrowth after a mysterious lights failure. We watched a few more cars then headed off down to the last service. All the drivers were now thinking of consolidating the positions they had, or were trying to work out how many seconds they needed to take-out of the car in front over the remaining two stages to try and sneak a place. The Griffiths camp looked anxious yet quietly confident as we watched the service crew check the car over for a final time. We were then away from service to watch before the cars to get to Loch Tuath. This time we were watching them off the line as they run the stage in reverse. By the time we got there the girls had flaked out so we quietly got out of the cars and left then to sleep. We stood on the road right next to Griffiths’ car on the start line as it rumbled away on tick-over, with just sidelights on for illumination. Although only done to save valuable power discharge, it almost looked as if he were trying to make the car blend into its surroundings - not a chance! The mood was electric with only two stages between him and victory. As the Marshall gave the 30 second indicator we could see the crew flexing their tired shoulders and heads in preparation. Then the ten-second indicator - those hairs on the arms started to rise again! Then;

 

‘FIVE’ - Griffiths flicks all the lights on and off again to check illumination.

 

‘FOUR’ - The Anti-lag breaths its approval as he gently revs the engine in time with the countdown.

 

‘THREE’ - All the pod lights are flicked onto main beam illuminating the road for hundreds of yards.

 

‘TWO’ · Griffiths’ nails the accelerator in time with the marshals hand as he indicates two-seconds remaining through the windscreen.

 

‘ONE’ · The marshal is completely drowned out by anti-lag!

 

‘Go’ - Lots of noise, lots of flames, the strong smell of rubber and oil, and in the blink of an eye he's already a quarter of a mile down the road! Fantastic!

 

We then made our way up to Tobermory to check the final stage times. Just when you think it's in the bag along comes fate to tell you different. Apparently after leaving us at Tuath, Griftiths had a ‘bit of an off'. We were unable to find out much about it at the time, but got away without losing to much time. What is it they say ‘fortune' favours the brave?’ Either way, it was confirmed. Griffiths had won, with Hall 2nd, Price 3rd, Guy 4th, and Harper 5th.

 

Next day saw us down on the harbour front to watch the Victory Procession as Griffiths was escorted to the podium by two Bagpipers. A jovial speech followed and then the Champagne flowed. Shortly afterwards I got the shots I was after and congratulated Chris on his Victory. Mild mannered as ever he said `It should make a good article now!' As I left him to his celebrations one couldn’t help but wonder what it must feel like to win the Tour of Mull?

 

Homeward Bound...

 

After a day of R&R we were away. As we waited at Craignure for the ferry that was to take us back to the mainland I'm sure I saw my Scooby shed a tear from it's headlight! Oh well, only 355 days till we're back!

 

Incidentally, the grin that my brother had after driving my Scooby to Scotland returned soon after our return as he became the proud owner of a mint 97 WRX in white.

 

Julian Grattidge 1999

 

Thanks to Chris Griffiths & Paul Grattidge.

 

Added 2006 · Since writing this article by brother (Paul Grattidge) has competed several times on the Tour of Mull with driver Dave Hopwood in their Escort RS2000; their best result so far being 9th Overall (Second in Class) in 2005, after which they also received an award for being the most entertaining car to watch out on the stages! As far as the road cars go, we’ve both had an Impreza’s ever since! 



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