It's scarily true too. I think Duncan saw me (he still talks to me though
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It was at the Classic American at Stratford a couple of years back. After two runs, they pulled me off the track because I was losing oil. It looked like the gasket had gone on the oil pan. With no trolley jack, the only way I could change it was to strip down, poke my head and arms through a binliner, , slide under the car with a spanner and let the whole lot drop on me. This was in the pits in broad daylight. Nobody's ever mentioned it to me. They probably thought it was Moparkev
Talking of shivers up the spine, did you spot my new signature? Sleep tight mate.
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