by Narrator » Thu Oct 17, 2019 7:13 pm
Rallycross day was always a big draw, both for the gearheads in the area and for people who liked seeing alleged cars being driven by quasi-professionals around a track.
It was held in what could only be described as a muddy, disused field; a course laid out with rope and cones and trampled down wheat indicating where the cars would be asked to go. Some rudimentary bleachers had been set up at one end -- on a straight, where the odds of a car careening off of the road were probably at their lowest, if not exactly "low". There was an element of risk here, but that's what people were going for, inn't it?
Along the frontage road leading to the field was the check-in station, as well as parking for drivers still waiting their turns. A bunch of amateur mechanics were checking out the cars, making sure that they met basic safety requirements and weren't going to fall apart on the road and/or kill someone. "Basic" was probably the word; a lot of these cars were patched together with duct tape and fast welds, but they did at least have rudimentary roll cages and things of that nature that would probably keep anyone from dying, and helmets were a requirement, as well.
While there weren't exactly any brand new supercars in the lot waiting to go, there was a surpringly large collection of cars. Hot hatches, rear-wheel drive cars, plenty of bodged together Ford Mondeos. Someone had brought a Trabant to the park and was proudly sitting atop it as people joked with him. Vans, motorcross bikes, quadbikes -- pretty much any sort of motorized transport could be found.
((open))