Once upon a time the forests around here echoed to the sound of Twin Cams and BDAs, flat fours and Vee 6s, the whoops and chatter of thousands of excited voices thronging the undergrowth and the more muted banter of race suited crews who gathered and conversed at Stage Starts with a mixture of accents and languages. It's so very different today. Quiet, empty and in some ways desperately sad. Will these forests ever hear those sounds again, or see the sights that are forever etched in the memories of those cheering thousands? Highly unlikely, eh?