Young driver car insurer cranks it up to the max! (Well, nearly)

Right young driver car insurers. You might as well just forget it. At least for another 12 months. It's gone, finito! Young driver car insurers, be told. There is no more. No more buxom wenches, no more Atari Test Drive Unlimited and sadly, no more Ragga Twins. Oh, and no more sorted, slammin' er, cars either for that matter. Max Power Live in case you were in any doubt my young driver car insuring brethren came and went last weekend. And with it, your chance to get up way too close and personal with loosely-clothed girls, whose company you'd have otherwise have to pay 5 times as much to share in any other surroundings. It may have cost young driver car insurers £25 quid to get through the turnstiles, but money well spent when you consider what you could take ganders at. Modified cars as far as the eye could see. And if your young driver car insuring peripheral sight extended through the walls of the NEC and out into the car parks thanks to x-ray vision, consider yourself even luckier. And weird.

One of the best bits of the show, according to someone I know who went (I would have gone but I had the dog to walk) had, believe it or not, nothing to do with a car. Well, a real, live one anyway. It was a console game, on a big plasma screen, which the needy could fiddle with for free as day turned into night. Photo-realistic motors being booted along expertly, and graphically splendiferously re-constructed tracks, and accompanied by a storming soundtrack. I best cease using such descriptive words, or run the serious risk of morphing into some form of homeboy. God forbid.

There was a stage, what they termed the main one that put on regular shows, although the only one of anything more than fleeting of interest was obviously the Max Power Babe Competition. Which to the uninitiated is a celebration of girls. Girls in bikini's. Attractive girls in bikini's. Rather like a beauty pageant, but without Bruce Forsythe on compere duties. He wouldn't know where to put himself if he were mind, and at his age...anyhow, there were also competitions run from the 'big stage' which resulted in lots of idiotic-looking car chimps receiving tons of free DVD', CD's and T-shirts even more annoying than the ones they already seemed to be proudly sporting. The Ragga Twins were introduced as a 'very talented rap-combo', an ambitious label which I didn't necessarily think they lived up to. Had they been mooted as 'a likeable duo with dubious talents here to make up numbers' then I think they would have had something to aspire to. Moving on, the 'mechanics at work' were not the sort I usually encounter; mores the pity. This lot wouldn't know one end of a spanner from the other, but that wouldn't cause much botheration when discovering that they were all girls. Again attractive. And again, falling someway short in the apparel department.

There were plenty of cars there that had started their lives as rather humble non-celebrations of motoring, yet had somewhere along the way been transformed into somewhat flash motors that would grab the attention of most. Not to mention an impressive scrapbook full of 7 day tickets from local constabulary representatives for just looking like they now did. I could tell you about a few, but I really can't muster the energy or writing genius. Tell you the truth I get sick of writing about cars sometimes, like you lot, id rather just gaze at pictures of bodywork and draw my own conclusions as to what's beneath the bonnet, just what colour of paint you'd describe that as, and why anyone would bother doing that to a Nissan Almera.

If you ventured outside you were in for a treat. You were if you were partial to Go-Karting anyhow. If you weren't you could just buy a choc-ice and look bored. A complex, if not damned tricky stretch of assembled track held the interest of many though, and for a tenner the willing participant got a good run and stiff competition from the car-crazy hordes queuing up to humiliate you in front of your friends. All in all it was a good atmosphere, and there was something pleasure wise to be had for everyone. I think I'll return to this topic soon, maybe to give you more of an insight into some of the motors I haven't on this occasion. Which will be all of them. Maybe I won't. I'll have to read through my job description again. At least you've got a rough idea as to what you missed this time around, and a chance to start saving up your pocket money for next years extravaganza. One thing you don't have to do much penny-pinching during the course of a year for is 4youngdrivers.com young driver's car insurance. Because it's not all that expensive. Fair do's, it's more than £25 quid, but it won't require an appointment with the bank manager to discuss. Not unless you're really poor; and even then I'm sure we can come to some sort of young driver car insuring arrangement.

Date - 15/09/2006