Island life
Island life
I'd much rather lay in my bunk all freakin day lookin at Youtube videos .
if impatient, skip to the one minute fifty second mark
Simpler is better, except when complicated looks really cool.
I must be getting old. All those rock walls make that look like it isn't fun.
"Where you live in the world should not determine whether you live in the world." - Bono
"Live in such a way that you would not be ashamed to sell your parrot to the town gossip." - Will Rogers
"Those are my principles, and if you don't like them... well, I have others." - Groucho Marx
It really is quite difficult to build an ugly wooden boat.
The power of the web: Anyone can post anything on the web
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This is pretty much in my backyard
It really is quite difficult to build an ugly wooden boat.
The power of the web: Anyone can post anything on the web
The weakness of the web: Anyone can post anything on the web.
The scariest bit was at 2:00 in the Manx clip - barely straightens the car before stuffing it between the concrete uprights of a cattle grid!
Although it was before the days of YouTube, one nasty moment on the Manx circuit was a tight turn just after a hump back bridge. The co-driver's note were a tad inadequate, so the instruction tight left after bridge caused the driver to set the car up for the turn before they lost contact with the tarmac as they crested the hump.
It really is quite difficult to build an ugly wooden boat.
The power of the web: Anyone can post anything on the web
The weakness of the web: Anyone can post anything on the web.
Where can I get a translation of the notes? What do the numbers mean?
the turns are graded, sort of like a rating of severity:
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I drive that road weekly- the stage finished about 200 yards from my house.
Much bigger rocks and drops on some of the other stages.
Isle of Man, Summer 1967.
My Dad took a car over on the ferry and, one warm, bright day, took me (aged 4-and-a-half) and my bro', both sitting on the backseat (no seat belts back then) around the TT circuit.
No speed limits outside the villages, of course. I recall giggling as I slid about (and, indeed, above) the seat while he drove like a loon at 80-100 mph.
Andy. It's a wonder I'm here, at all.
"In case of fire ring Fellside 75..."
I have long suspected that rally drivers self select on the basis of no fear and a loose connection to normal sanity.The spectators are even worse and can be seen standing inches away from the cars hurtling by.I believe I have related the tale here a good while ago that a now deceased friend told me;he knew a sports event cameraman who had been covering a rally and learned that it was a badge of honour to touch the cars as they passed.At the time check following the stage a co-driver got out of his car to present his documents for stamping and when he opened the door-a finger fell out.