We fixed, we ran, we PB’d!
We drank, we made merry, we wore stupid hats, we went to bed happy.
We got called for qualifying, we got chucked out for not wearing the correct suit, my good lady wife ran the length of the track twice to grab a loaner.
We lost gears, we ran slowly, we scratched our heads.
We ran slowly again, we fettled, we lost all gears and drive.
Mr P offered calming words and sage advice and help.
We missed qualifying, we threw our toys out of the pram, we went for a walk to clear heads.
We fell down a pothole, we went in an ambulance, we ended up on crutches. We said a lot of naughty words…
We won a medal for being most rubbish!
We got fixed by some legendary friends, Dunc & Pete got it fixed enough to get home. We lay on the floor cleaning bolts. We got a lift to the bar (Cheers Dave81!)
We decided racing is a crap hobby.
We decided racing is a great hobby.
Awesome people in NSS, so many people mucked in to help, you’re all legends. Cheers everyone.
Hobbled round the show and shine, sat and drank with friends.
Same time again next year?
