The GT race had us taking off at 1 minute intervals, over the bridge and back, about 11 miles.
Very breezy and thermal, was just trying to stay straight and level, full taps at 90 mile an hour. Don't realise your speed untill you see the guys blasting past downwind on the return leg. GReat fun.
The rookie down-down is normally looked foreward to,those cute multi-coloured condensed milk thingies, but this time it had the cowboys crying for their mamas. That 80% Stroll rum surely needs a special permit.
Evaporates all the air out your lungs and makes grown men cry.
Saw a previously toughie down the tripple, clutch a chair, contort his face and squeeze out "This is gonna Fu%k up my stomach op" and recuperated with a cellphone for 45 minutes.
Anyway, that absolved everyone of any further responsibility, was followed by barrel rolls, fireworks display and general fan endurance all in said pub till 2 in the morning.
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