The smell of burning rubber, timber and flesh
Brilliant spill in the scratch race as a rider dipped down onto the duckboard coming out of the bank, skidded sideways, bringing the rider alongside of him on top of him.
I was the wheel behind watching the wheels and limbs fly in slow motion (which is actually 50kph)
Next lap I caught a wonderful blend of timber, rubber and skin in the air.
No reason to stop the race, chased hard, pulled in a 'turd' place.
I *love* the track