Firstly - Big H - you are confusing me with my somewhat uglier younger brother Dave. Your poisoning sounds even more impressive than ours! Your description of the atmosphere in your marquee, brought back a blinding epiphany from 2001. The tent we were standing in actually acted as a rain amplifier and was christened so by one of our oppo's. The rain was blasting into the sides of this tent and emerging as a fine, all-soaking mist on the inside - quite surreal. What put the tin lid on it for me, was when I staggered, choking for breath, outside, just in time to see my tent floating away. What a miserable f**k*ng night that was, and no error.
R2D2 is a highly mobile, all terrain coolbox of stupendous capacity. We use it to lug our supplies of beer/champagne/ice around, because we are too cheap to pay stupid money for shite, warm beer. It has become quite famous at La Sarthe. R2 is very well travelled. It's actually owned by a guy in Cincinnati OH, who's a bit of a NASCAR fan and good friend of CA's very own Fax'n'Figures. Fax brings R2 down here, to all of the southern races (Rolex, Sebring, Petit Le Mans) as well as the northern circuits - and lugs it over to Le Mans each year also. R2D2 benefits from excellent all-wheel steering and has room for about 80 cans of neck-oil and 10 bottles of knicker loosener. It is the vessel of THE GRIMBERGEN LUCKY DIP and various 'christenings' whereby the birds who accompany us invite friends new and old, to submerge their swedes in it's icy depths (very refreshing when it's warm out, as Canada Phil will testify)
Ricardo
Disco's it is then - I forgot you told me you'd bought one when you were here for Daytona. I'll very much miss the blast down from your home 20 - was always a laugh. We should contact Norbert and send him out for the bubbly - how many was it last year? I was thinking the other day - I wonder when the management of the Champagne Bar are going to cotton on to the fact that we bring our own - and have done for the last 5 years - it's like taking your own burgers to McDonalds. If I was them, I'd kick my arse off my plastic chairs in a breath. I don't know how we have the brass neck to ask them for glasses only - the fact that they happily hand 'em over beggars belief!!
Matt