Alright oulten Park here we go I started 10th. It was clostrophobic since we all start so tight together then came the first corner old hall and Jesus fuck the opel in front me spins and goes into the gravel and it's an instant yellow flag great if this shit keeps up I'll never gain a place we come round for the second lap and it's a green flag I floor it I start coming up on Ford mondeo I gave him a little love tap by accident and flips me off wow and then I pass him round old hall and I carry on booting it up the avanue I see the alfa romeo up front brake early coming up to cascades so quickly monuver round him and pass him round the inside and power down the straight I manage to pass the mazda xedos 6 and fly round island bend praying my tyres are warm enough to grip which thank fully they are then I slam on my brakes for shell oil corner the xedos comes right up my arse as I take the corner phew thank god he didn't hit me I said to myself And cane it up the track and then boot the brakes for britens and guess who's in front my team mate Ricard Rydell I pin the throttle and manage to come up on his arse and get his draft yes I think to myself. I crush the throttle into the floor and pass him haha that twenty quid bet is mine mother fucker and then smash onto what I thought was the brakes instead it was the clutch and I go off into the gravel and boom that's my race fucking over on the second fucking lap and now I owe Rydell a twenty quid note fuck
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a boy and his brick
AksiThis is a story about a rookie and his 850r flying round the tracks of the 1994 great British touring car championship