Hindsight being what it is, it didn't rain for us all night and we probably could've fitted the dry rubber. But it only takes an unhelpful patch of standing water to make a brave choice look like stupidity, and the wet Kumhos impressed, despite the dry conditions.
Saturday's schedule was intense and demanding. Nine stages split into three-stage chunks by service halts took us, breathlessly, from lunchtime through to early evening. It was relentless, gruelling, exciting and exhilarating all rolled into one. And a true test of skill and endurance, as the list of retirements grew longer with each passing stage.
Then the final leg, which for us started at 2236, delivered the mammoth 21.89-mile Calgary Bay/Loch Tuath stage, followed by stage 16 where straight-lining a chicane flat-out meant we dented the nearside front wing, before the Corsa danced through stage 17 and I nearly ran out of breath. Into the last service, then came the final, frantic stage which finished where the first began – and somehow we'd made it!
Hats off to those who braved the weather to watch, and were still waving and cheering as us backmarkers came through even the second time. The rain was as relentless as the rising and falling of the roads.
James drove with bags of commitment and skill, getting faster as the rally progressed and learning to have more faith in the astounding grip the Kumhos offered – and, hopefully, gaining more confidence in the notes coming over the intercom.
I was far from perfect – your driver asking for a note and you losing your place as your mind goes blank are some of the worst feelings you can have as a co-driver. But it's how you recover that matters. Doubtless we had a few moments, often signalled by a stream of unpublishables from my right, but we worked well together and were overjoyed to make the finish.
And judging by the number of cars strewn around the stages, many others had rather bigger, more terminal moments than us. The 2016 Mull Rally enjoyed a much-deserved and record-equally full-capacity, 150-car entry. But only 84 finished and we were delighted to be 60th.
The mind-bending speed of John MacCrone/Stuart Louden and Calum Duffy/Iain Duffy who fought for the lead is utterly incredible. But it still felt far from slow further down the field. I've never said "crest" so many times, nor been left breathless by the sheer volume of pace notes.
Colossal thanks to the rally's organisers, the marshals and, of course, our wonderful and generous supporters: Kumho, Witter Towbars, Competition Supplies, Revolution, WOSP and Cartek.
The Mull Rally certainly lived up to its reputation and if you've never been I heartily recommend it. Would I do it again? Try and stop me!