Appeal to my “rather weird/wacky” sense of humour
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Having a boy friend who is completely mad about racing cars, all shapes and sizes and about me (only one size), I was persuaded to go with him to our local car racing event, which is held at Killarney race track, some ten miles out of Cape Town.
“Racing is something that most people will never understand. It’s not just a sport or something to do on Saturday night and Sunday. It’s a way of life!! Once your in it, it’s in your blood. Once you make your first run… you can’t stop. The track is home away from home. You smell that race fuel, rubber, and when you hear those engines scream…. it’s music to your ears. Also the love of the racing family!! “
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