It gets in your blood.
Don't ask me why. Some people reckon that
watching a bunch of petrol heads driving around and around a motor racing
circuit all day long is akin to watching the grass grow or the paint dry; they
think it's a complete waste of money and effort.
Maybe so, but the sound of those big V8s
roaring, the smell of burning rubber and the exhaust fumes, the atmosphere ...
There's nothing quite like Bathurst in that
first half of October.
