It's hard to believe, but Cladswell Hall Farm is even colder than Silverstone. And there's no grandstands to shelter in here.
This chap's got the right idea for combating the cold. Pin the throttle open and ride like b*ugg*ry and get back to the warmth of his van asap.
Of course, this policy can end in tears and you can fall flat on yer face (don't worry, he got up to ride again). We'll say nowt about the marshal puffing on a fag.
Oi, gerrouttatheway! I'm trying to get back to me van asap!
Some competitors refuse to take the sport seriously. They wear understated garb and, if we're not mistaken, they leave several whole centimetres of their sidecar uncovered by any form of sticker. Come on guys. Get it sorted.
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