Days of Plunder (1625 words, photos available on request) Copyright John Twigg, March, 2006 john@bkkmetro.com So you think keeping your kids happy costs a packet. Here’s one expat family who have to pay a king’s ransom this year to indulge their son’s passion, and hopefully kickstart a multi-million dollar career. Rakau takes a look at the Grunwell’s daunting task of mounting a challenge in professional motorsports for their school-aged son. At a recent press conference at Bira circuit, James Grunwell was invited to the stage to talk about his Formula BMW scholarship and his prospects for 2006. The immaculately dressed driver gave a brief introduction, of himself and his Meritus Team, and detailed how he hoped to win the Rookie crown and (with a wry smile) the Drivers crown in this years Formula BMW Asia Championship. You’d hardly realize he was still to young to sit his Thai drivers licence, and that this was his first TV interview. Grunwell got his first taste of karting ten years earlier when his dad took him for a spin in a tandem kart in Pattaya. After a few rounds, it was clear he liked it so, when Mum wasn’t watching, Dad strapped him in a single seater. With his foot pressed to the floor (no doubt in terror more than exhilaration) he flew down the straight. But without any idea of how to stop the thing, the inevitable happened at the first bend, and when he got home that evening bloodied and bruised, he swore off karting for life… … yeah right! Now Grunwell is 16, and he’s one of the Thailand’s most promising motorsports figures. He’s already swooped the domestic Rotax Go-Kart championships, and even before he was old enough to legally drive on the open road he was muscling Mini’s around Bira circuit finishing a credible second in his first ever event. Then last year he stepped up to what is arguably the pinnacle of motorsports in Thailand – the AIM single seater Concept Car – where he consistently placed at the front of the grid. In three years he’d gone about as far as he could locally, and needed to look offshore for a new drive. It’s worth pointing out that Grunwell never raced a kart until he was 13. His only experience came from occasional weekend drives in a decrepit old second hand kart which his family had acquired from a departing expat in the forlorn hope of capping the money they were already spending on kart rental. Little did they realize that even at this level, motorsports (at least for the parents) is like banging cymbals in a grimy oil drum while ripping up hundred dollar bills. His first taste of racing came when he took the family kart for a spin during the trials for an upcoming event at Seacon Square. The race organizer recognized his talent and suggested he do a few timed laps. The cynical expressions of the seasoned and clearly well equipped racers turned a little pallid as the farang kid gobbled up pole. He was born to race, and with that realization the last window for the Grunwell family to exit this sport without mortgaging their house had soundly slammed shut.