Again, the British weather, in its stubbornness, shows us it’s ability to completely wreck a day by confusing meteorologists nationwide.
I’ve lost count of the amount of times I’ve walked away from a cancelled Run What You Brung day. I should have known better, but the prospect of driving up in convoy with upto 50 like-minded fellow petrolheads puts all sorts of temptive suggestions in my head, smell of octane, burnt clutches and cheesy grins galore. Cossie boys providing plenty entertainment throughout, with burnouts and powerslides at every opportunity (an amusing spinout happened twice at organised service station roundabout), every party needs a Ford Cosworth to balance the fun.
Never seen such a mass of Pulsars and Sunnys, but they are always the heart and soul of a drag strip race day, with at least 2 dropping its guts on the start line.
Worth the drive out, as always, an excuse to use up some petrol.
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