A-lalalala la Lambo

Wow... just saw a bright orange Lamborghini Murcielago driving the opposite way down the road from Walton, not something you see every day. I pointed at the guy behind the wheel and he gunned it as he passed me. Rockin. It looked a lil sumptin like this:



Had a brilliant race on F105 the other night. I was leading PhilJT (a guy markedly faster than I am) around Spa. He was having looks here and there but wasn't managing to find an overtaking opportunity. On the penultimate lap I took a line that I knew was likely to cause a spin and fed the power in marginally more cautiously than I usually do. Phil clearly stuck his foot down at the usual time and, having followed me, spun out in a cloud of tyre smoke. With 7 seconds to make up, and one and a half laps to do it in, the race was mine. There were about seven other people racing as well but they were all way back. Probably the sweetest victory I've had on F105 (and lets be honest, usually they are complete flukes).

Something I've been meaning to stick in the blog for a while, but never got around to it, was a rather interesting text the Mothership sent me a few weeks ago. Usually Mom has a fairly interesting grasp of the whole predictive text phenomenon, but this was something else entirely:

"Great. am doing jobs now so i can watch it. can hear the thunder. it should rain soon. did you know people in mad waiting for the pains india? on need to reply."

What do you mean 'on need to reply'?! Of course there's bloody need to reply you nutcase! ENGRISH PREASE!

Currently impressed by: That Lambo made a nice change from plague of Boxters infesting the middle-management population.
Currently non-plussed by: The fact that I'm convinced that the Columbia spaceship will burn up on reentry. I'll be genuinely worrying until they are all safely on the ground and that beehive-haircutted female astronut has had a mow-and-blow.
Current urge: Sort out my Minidisc recorder and hook it up to my PC.