like the look of this.  don't care about petrol v diesel.  reckon the racing community need to be pushing forward with fuels of the future, even if that means electric cars.

alas, no room to put a pool or a fire....

we go most years for the gp.  stay in a little gite 10 mins from the track.  unsure of plans for next year at the mo.

Here we go chaps - my annual seasonal offering to you all!!
 
 
http://www.julekalender2006.leithoff.dk/

 
 

One morning while making breakfast, a man walked up to his wife, pinched her on the butt and said...
"If you firmed this up, we could get rid of your control top pantyhose."

While this was on the edge of intolerable, she kept silent .

The next morning, the man woke his wife with   a pinch on each of her breasts and said....
"You know, if you firmed these up, we could get rid of your bra."
This was beyond a silent response...

So she rolled over and grabbed him by his
'DANGLER.'

With a death grip in place, she said...

"You know, if you firmed this up, we could get rid of the gardener, the postman, the pool man and your brother !"

just to say well done, and good luck for 2007!

and relevant to me at the mo....




A married couple went to the hospital to have their baby delivered.

Upon their arrival, the doctor said he had invented a new machine that would transfer a portion of the mother's labour pain to the father. He asked if they were willing to try it out. They were both very much in favour of it.

The doctor set the pain transfer dial to 10% for starters, explaining that even 10% was probably more pain than the father had ever experienced before. But as the labour progressed, the husband felt fine and asked the doctor to go ahead and bump it up a notch. The doctor then adjusted the machine to 20% pain transfer. The husband was still feeling fine. The doctor checked the husband's blood pressure and was amazed at how well he was doing. At this point they decided to try for 50%. The husband continued to feel quite well. Since it was obviously helping out his wife considerably, the husband encouraged the doctor to transfer ALL the pain to him.

The wife delivered a healthy baby with virtually no pain. She and her husband were ecstatic.

 

When they got home, the postman was lying dead on their doorstep.

Twelve priests were about to be ordained. The final test was for them to line up in a straight row, totally nude, in a garden while a sexy, beautiful, big breasted, nude model danced before them.
Each priest had a small bell attached to his weenie and they were told that anyone whose bell rang when she danced in front of them would not be ordained because he had not reached a state of spiritual purity.
The beautiful model danced before the first candidate, with no reaction. She proceeded down the line with the same response from all the priests until she got to the final priest, Carlo.
Poor Carlo. As she danced, his bell began to ring so loudly that it flew off, clattering across the ground and coming to rest in some nearby foliage.
Embarrassed, Carlo quickly scrambled to where the bell came to rest and bent over to pick it up.
And that's when all the other bells started to ring.........

Hmmm, have all this to look forward to..  have son/daughter due in next few days..

fancy a trip to Oz?  if so, try the Bathurst 1000.

also, the MotoGP at Le Mans is worth a punt as is the B'ol Dor 24hr.

UK Immigration:
 
Mujibar was trying to get into Britain legally through Immigration.
 
The Officer said, "Mujibar, you have passed all the tests, except one.
Unless you pass it you cannot enter Britain."
 
Mujibar said, "I am ready."
 
The officer said, "Make a sentence using the words Yellow, Pink and Green."
 
Mujibar thought for a few minutes and said, "Mister Officer, I am ready."
 
The Officer said, "Go ahead."
 
Mujibar said, "The telephone goes green, green, green, and I pink it up, and
say, 'Yellow, this is Mujibar.'"
 
Mujibar now works at a call centre near you.

A fireman is polishing a fire engine outside the fire station when he notices a little girl next door in a little red cart with little ladders hung off the side and a garden hose tightly coiled in the middle.
The little girl is wearing a fireman's helmet and has the cart tied to a dog and cat.
The fire fighter walks over to take a closer look, "That's a lovely fire engine," says the fireman admiringly.
"Thanks," says the little girl.
The fireman looks closer and notices the little girl has tied one of the cart's strings to the dog's collar and one to the cat's testicles.
"Little colleague," says the fireman, "I don't want to tell you how to run your fire engine, but if you were to tie that rope around the cat's collar, I think you could probably go a lot faster.
The little girl pauses for a moment to think, looks at the cart, at the dog and at the cat, then shyly looks up into the fireman's eyes and says...
   
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 
 






 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

"You're probably right, but then I wouldn't have a f***ing siren, would I?"   
 

yeah i remember standing down by the Esses at 6am and waiting for what seemed like 5 minutes intervals for the cars to appear.  Always enjoyed the racing at the crack of Dawn (bless her little heart) but that year was sheer boredom.   At least the "fun"fair was still fun in those days!

no worries..  I blame Kroneburg for destroying my memory! 

...as happened with Group C racing.  This was also caused by rules, lack of sponsorship, turmoil of competing bodies and race series etc etc.  It became quite farcical with I cant quite remember which year, but only about 26 cars taking the LM grid (1992/3?)