J'AIME JUNE 2019
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other driver and<br />
pedestrian we<br />
encountered utterly<br />
gobsmacked and<br />
rubbernecking as<br />
we whooshed away<br />
into the horizon.<br />
These cars can<br />
be tuned to over<br />
300BHP and have<br />
Lambo shaming<br />
acceleration, which<br />
I nonchalantly<br />
informed Aston<br />
Martin Plowman<br />
I would be using<br />
to humiliate him<br />
when he tried to set<br />
a better lap time<br />
than me around the<br />
track.<br />
Didn’t seem too<br />
troubled, I have to<br />
say, but he was probably still just a touch mortified<br />
and ashamed about getting himself lost earlier.<br />
Steve explained that groups of up to 20 people<br />
hire his track and his buggies to race around. It is<br />
muddier than The Somme and makes for some for<br />
some hilarious entertainment with pile ups clumsy<br />
enough to make Wacky Races look elegant by<br />
comparison.<br />
We would be going round the track individually this<br />
day though, so as to see who could set the best lap<br />
time and thereby cement his eternal status as the<br />
fastest man at J’AIME.<br />
As a gentleman I allowed Aston Martin to go first.<br />
And he took his time for the first few laps but was<br />
soon thrashing it around the track, mud and gravel<br />
rooster tailing spectacularly all over the place as he<br />
hung the little car’s tail out and mashed pedal to<br />
metal in the ruthless fashion only a race car driver<br />
can.<br />
He set a blistering pace but then came into the pits<br />
early because he had to dash off to his sewing circle<br />
or embroidery class or some such nonsense. And so<br />
he left.<br />
And then your correspondent from Titan stepped<br />
into the arena and I admit I had the highest<br />
expectations that the snake belt glory days would<br />
soon return and I would have a new swagger in my<br />
step.<br />
I had watched and learned from Steve Adams’<br />
faultless tuition, had watched Aston Martin do his<br />
bit and I had amped up the adrenalin in myself to<br />
such unprecedented levels I might have easily been<br />
mistaken for Caster Semenya.<br />
Pumped, psyched, focused I had the eye of the<br />
tiger as I strapped myself into the bucket race seats,<br />
ready to tear hell-for-leather around that track,<br />
leaving Aston Martin’s time trailing in my wake and<br />
eating my dust and I set off with the tyres of the car<br />
seeming like they were on fire, Steve Adams beside<br />
me chuckling nervously as I threw his perfectly<br />
weighted vehicle around the track.<br />
On my fifth round of the track I reckon I had<br />
mastered the art of going sideways very, very<br />
fast and I hammered the loud pedal in my bid to<br />
utterly thrash Aston Martin. I was heel and toeing,<br />
balancing the car on a knife’s edge and, I sincerely<br />
believe on the verge of true greatness and glory.<br />
Right up until I stuffed the wee car painfully and<br />
unceremoniously into a frickin’ hedge! Which<br />
seemed to appear out of nowhere, if I’m honest and<br />
I’m not going to suggest this could have been dirty<br />
tricks on Aston’s part, but, y’know, I’m just saying.<br />
That was that though. The end of the race. The end<br />
of the event.<br />
But anyway, I’ll be magnanimous in defeat and all<br />
that and congratulate Mr Le Mans, well done etc etc,<br />
(gritted teeth) and, of course, I’ll buy you a Peroni<br />
one day.<br />
And no doubt you’ll be happy now too, McLatchie,<br />
won’t you?! You and that wee weepin’, bed wettin’<br />
Desdemona! After all these years, you’ll be getting<br />
hiiiiigh tonight in celebration!<br />
But just mark my words, dear readers - crash or no<br />
crash, I have lived to fight another day and this is by<br />
no means the end of the matter. I’m just not one for<br />
letting a grudge lie. You have been warned.<br />
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