In fear of getting his cockpit ditry, the Count decides to sit on a plastic bag all weekend.
Later, in a similar brain fart storm, he withdraws from the race as there are some repleat pigeons about and the track is getting all dusty with all them cars whizzing about at speed.
AND (having missed it the first time round) I am a bloody YORKSHIREMAN! stop with the lanckyshire mallarky. I am 10 mins from the boarder....and i'll be popping 'home' the first sign of the revolution.
Edited by jp-speed-triple on Sunday 13th June 02:00
Seems a sensible precaution, If my car shed vital parts at the rate of knots as The Counts, I also would want to protect the cockpit from any unfortunate bodily evacuation
Probaly the biggest insult I could give....caling a fellow yorksheer bloke a lancastrian......I guess thats one all JP.....( cadwell mating v. insult ) Cheers Deported Yorksheerman...
Seems a sensible precaution, If my car shed vital parts at the rate of knots as The Counts, I also would want to protect the cockpit from any unfortunate bodily evacuation
Pah!
Wheels - in common with brakes and brain stems - are for wimps!
Seems a sensible precaution, If my car shed vital parts at the rate of knots as The Counts, I also would want to protect the cockpit from any unfortunate bodily evacuation
Pah!
Wheels - in common with brakes and brain stems - are for wimps!