Nahhh, I am too tired to give you the full rundown now, but I am
wondering...
What makes a grown man (a supposedly mature adult) drive nine hours in
the cold and wet and partly in the dark, through fog and cold and rain,
in a TOPLESS MGB on a Friday; just so they can slip and slide around a
rainsoaked racetrack on the Saturday; thrash their car to death around
little flag markers (forwards and reverse) on the Sunday; drink too much
on the Sunday night; just to then drive 9 hours back again on the Monday
(with the same cold and wet, in the same topless MGB)?
Interesting question (that I may answer for you after I get my first
coffee for the day - yes, it is Tuesday here now).
Eric
Adelaide, South Australia
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