Targa was more fun than I expected. We started at 6AM sharp, which means that it’s too dark to see around you. We set up signs, posts & an overhead gondola/sheltery thing, then waited while the Touring class racers lined up, then sent those off en-bloc, then waited as nearly 200 standard racers went through. Each car was checked for certain safety points, given an arrival time (written on their folder, too), then lined up to start. The start went whizzing off through the Sterling River bridge, then whizzed up the hill towards Rosebery. When I say “whizzing”, even the lighter, smaller cars disappeared in an amazing hurry. The expensive-looking Lambo made a lot of noise but took about as long to disappear as the Minis, Austin Healey, Shaker or old Monaro. Or any of the Mercedes, Porsches, BMWs, the Fiat 124SPORT, Lancers, Skylines & WRXes. Etcetera. I got to spin people out by swigging some loverly Ginger Beer from a stubby bottle, then wore my hands out struggli...
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