The BMW Z4. "I can confidently say that the Z4, with its folding metal roof and softer feel, is now the best."/ Courtesy: google.pics
As we know, stag nights are terrible things that cause perfectly normal men to be sick.
So imagine my delight when a friend announced recently that his stag do would be alcohol-free.
“Yippee,” I thought.
Then I discovered why there would be no drinking. Because it was a “driving day”.
One of the other guests, a public-relations man of some repute, couldn’t understand why I was so harrumphy.
“Well, dear boy. It would be a bit like inviting you to spend your day off pretending to be like journalists. You’d be a bit harrumphy too.”
I’d heard all about these track days, of course, and none of what I’d heard was very encouraging.
Rubbish cars on their last legs. Lots of cones.
Two hours of safety lectures.
Four hours of hanging around.
Ten minutes of driving. Undrinkable tea. Wilting biscuits.
And a million rules about overtaking, none of which says: “And if the bastard doesn’t move over, ram him.”
SOURCE: businessdailyafrica
