I was lucky,afew in my family are into motorsport.
I remember hiking for miles,in the Kielder Forest.It was dark,snowing and very cold.We walked along the track and found a spot on abend.As the first car came along,loads of flash guns went off.We had walked past loads of people and didn,t even see them.(So dark)
Brother went up in a Kadet and the fly wheel broke.
The good old days.
