Another one?!

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Good grief. It seems there are a lot more racing scholarships about than I'd imagined. Here's another: F1 Scholarship. I don't think I'll bother with this one, mind. Following my trip to Croft, I know my limits and they're not very impressive.

Then again, the amount of tyre smoke and dust I kicked up during my sideways moment was probably quite impressive. And pointing at 90° to the direction of travel is probably more than a moment, too — especially when it starts at 85mph. ;)

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