Stockcars & fireworks

Modified shakes a leg

Sorry mate, I didn't see you

Bang, wheeeeeeeee

Boom, boom

Fizzle, fizzle, fizzle

Whissshhhhhhhhhhhhh

Crackle, cracle, crackle

Pissshhhhhhhhhhhhhh

ZZZZzzzZZZZzzzzZZZzzzz

Fizzzzzzztttttt, fizzztttttttttt

(Onamatopeic descriptions courtesy of Shannon)

Our second outing to Woodford Glenn. Ha ha, we know the score now. Dressed in utilitarian but warm clothing, and armed with camp chairs and a flask of coffee and one of hot chocolate we head out for the 3rd meet of the season. The place is packed, evidently the prospect of $15,000 of fireworks draws in all sorts, not just ardent race fans that have been to most meetings this season, like us, I bet this is thier one and only visit!

We manage to grab a space on turn 3 and settle down for an evening's fun, and we're not disappointed. As well as the fireworks which were AWESOME (as they like to say here) the meeting had a higher carnage factor than last time and there were quite a few smashes, smoke and fire.

The evening ends gone 11pm and we all head home tired but having had a good night out.