This was the ending we really wanted. We knew how tricky it might be, so initially we did film an alternative ending that involved me getting out of the Nomad and climbing in the plane and then that taking off by itself. Not with me actually flying of course. A JCB I could turn my hand to. A Cessna? Not so much.
Anyway, after Disco chasing plane down runway had gone well, we added in the Nomad. Of course it all took a while because we had to wait for the plane to circle and touch back down each time…
I knew this take was good from the moment I started sliding into shot. The runway had been double-seeded for smoothness which makes it very slippery indeed. My friend also reckoned his old Cessna didn’t accelerate that fast and had a takeoff speed of about 50mph. He was wrong on both counts. Nomad and Disco had a heck of a job keeping up, I was trying to juggle the desire to slide a bit for the camera with traction/acceleration, the Disco was huffing along behind and it wasn’t until we were up past 65mph that the plane lifted into the air.
The plan was then for me to skid to a halt and that would be the end. However, another thing my mate had asked was that I didn’t make a mess of his nice, smooth, glossy runway. Hence why I jink to the left before grabbing a bit of handbrake and attempting to control a slide to a stop. The whole sequence felt good to me, and when Neil and Chris climbed out of the Disco almost skipping with delight I knew we’d got it in the bag.
At the end of the day it’s just a daft film about doing something daft with a daft car. But to me that’s what the Ariel Nomad is all about.