I lifted up my cracked UV visor with my thumb. "Which way does the track go and what's the lap record?" I called out over the noise of the valve gear rattling and clanging between my legs.
The flag marshal's eyebrows raised in disbelief. I could see him muttering, "And who the hell do you think you are - Mike Hailwood?"
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