You might think, that because she won Mallory, that all was well with the red car. Far from it. Yes, we know it was fast enough that the Bear snoozed his way to an easy win without bothering the limits of the machinery, but that's not to say it was all fine and dandy.

Big understeer, a hole in the power delivery, brakes that were shaking his teeth out of his head, it was far from a perfect car.

Obviously we needed to investigate.

The understeer and brake judder were fairly easy. The Bear was taking the front end apart to fit his newly-developed xxxxx top xxxxxx to give a big increase in xxxxxx without modifying the shell. He was also trial-fitting the xx xxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxx xxxxx xxxxxxxxx, which did mean dismantling the front suspension.

A puzzled and apprehensive Bear makes a particular noise that tends to cause his siblings to come running, and the cause, this time, was the cracked subframe. Not just a small crack, but the grand canyon of metal fatigues, at least 5mm wide, and 150mm long, encompassing the entirety of the top arm mount, on both sides! Consider the handling effects of varying camber, castor and toe. Ouch. And the juddering brakes are also rather simple to explain!

Bear could have swapped the subframe, but that seemed like a lot off effort, and besides, he had a large stick welder he'd picked up from somewhere best not asked about, and the sizzle of smouldering bear fur is heard across the wilds of Rotherham as he flash-blinds small animals to snack on as he works.

Of course, with that done, he can move to fit the new xxx xxx xxxxxx and xxxxx xxxxxxxxx. With Andrew's car also under repair, we only have one option, one reference point as to whether we have fixed the cars, and that is to go back to Mallory, and see if we're faster.

At this point, the Bear decides it's time to fit more upgrades. With consultation from Chief Engineer, he bolts on the long-awaited xxxxx xxxxxxxx , which was custom-made by xxxxx xxxxxxxx from a xxxxx xxxxxxx xxxxxxx and a xxxxx xxxxx, using xxxx xxxxxxxxx, all linked in with the new xxx xxx xxxx that was trial-fitted last time he was up North.

A further visit from Chief Engineer, and he installs the xxx xxx and xxxxxx, engineers a xxxxxxxx cable, and installs a xxxx xxx to get her running.

With that it's time for a trip to the rollers, and that means Novatech, www.nt-r.com down Saaf. A bright orange tranny loaded with a bright red race Jag does attract attention.

Success. Upgrades installed, and a full-throttle bellow now that brings people in off the street to investigate. Happy Bears do a dance that, if we could only Youtube it, would make us rich beyond the dreams of avarice.

Mr xxxxx xxxxx his xxxxxx in and performs witchcraft, xxxx xxxx, xxxxxxxx xxxxxx, all whilst sitting uncomfortably in one spot and seemingly never moving a muscle. The xxxx xxx looks like a relief map, but it's a fascinating process to watch, and the numbers on the dyno keep going the right direction.

With his work completed, Mr David switches off like his laptop, we put him back in his case, and head North, mission accomplished. It's a fair trek to see Bernie and the gang at Novatech, but for value, accessability, and helpful assistance, we defy you to find better.