Pictured at Ingliston last
weekend, here’s one for the old farts amongst us. Who is this with John Marshall and Bruce Lyle? Most of you will get
one or t’other of them, and not so many will get both, but by goad it brocht
back memories. They were from a time when Ingliston was a racetrack and
Knockhill was full of sheep, tyre choice
was simple and power steering was for wimps, when clocks had hands instead of
digits and spectators had a grand day out. It also made me think that perhaps
we have seen the best of the sport. Methinks the nanny state will do for our
sport yet.
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