Originally Posted by RacerT
At least you said middle-aged!
Lets change the venue to a back country road, the deep resonance of a turbo 2 litre 4WD and the sharp cackle of the anti-lag shattering the early morning silence. Sheep casually glancing towards the approaching dust cloud with a blue blur at the apex of this example of high technology battling the non-sanitised venue of the real world...scattering gravel like autumn leaves.....suddenly the middle-aged competitor relaxes for a brief second to wave to the old aged spectator, before continuing to master the laws of physics at 200kph with the skill of a matador.
He stands there agog, stunned by the bravery... in a cloud of dust with the morning sunlight piercing through like the three pronged spear of Maserati, reaches for his phone...waits for the connection and slowly smiles...
"Chris, Tony here...do you want to buy my McLaren? Yeah; I need to sell it so I can buy a rally car...it's real motorsport "
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