Jim starts the day by stress testing one of Barry's wings
The 5 metre Fox is eating up the sky for breakfast, dinner and lunch, and still has
room for a second helping of pudding!
Simon warms up for some very low passes in an attempt to take out trees, people, cows....
...radio masts etc
speak some evil, see some evil, hear some evil
Paritech DG somethingorother ready for the off
run, run, run
...spends the rest of the day screaming around in an impressive manner
and goes back to the pits for a kip
Jim preps the mighty T21
a couple of steps....
....she's off like a majestic beauty rather than the 'pile of dog shit'
that Jim was expecting to be born from the workshop
scale creaking and groaning fitted as standard
Jim takes a considerate route under the sun just in case the natives think there's been
an unscheduled solar eclipse
and best of all, no nasties!