Watching the BTCC from Snetterton. The infield looks like it should have an Intrepid BBC Reporter in a safari jacket striding across it, intoning solemnly about famine.
Given the amount of dust being kicked up when the track limits were being treated as... guidelines, one would be forgiven for thinking there was a herd of wildebeest on a stampede.
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ponders a BTCC race with colemantary c/o of David Attenborough>
"In the midst of the stampede, BTCC cars still find the time to engage in rubbing their body panels against each other as part of their courtship rituals. Over-zealous mating attempts will usually result in cars being ejected from the safety of the pack, leaving them vulnerable to ambush predators such as tyre barriers. And here, we see a stricken car surrounded by a pride of marshals, its driver symbiote having long since made its escape..."