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| The Wing (do not want to see The Bird) |
Today takes me to Silverstone. I've got a job for a big old luxury car firm - hence the location. Silverstone has its own private road system, linking all the circuits, stands and hospitality suites. The place is built on a massive scale - it's a good five minute drive from the entrance to The Wing, where I need to be. I drive past helipads - there are traffic lights to stop you if a helicopter is landing, bearing Alonso or Schumacher (or Clarkson...). And a bridge that goes over the track. I see F1 cars doing laps, and then sports bikes. It's quite exciting in a detached, toe-dipping way. It's not a world I know in the slightest. The closest I've got before this was watching the film 'Senna'.
Everywhere there are 20mph speed limit signs, and everywhere there are boiler-suited lads in hot hatches flagrantly ignoring them. If you've landed your dream job working at Silverstone, I doubt you'll be interested in driving slowly...
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| Gambon |
It's an appropriate location for October - a speedy month. As the trees turn colour, and the conkers appear, I feel like I should be slowing down, contemplating, kicking leaves. Driving at 20. Instead, I find myself, pedal to the metal, gritting my teeth and hanging on, knowing that there will be a few 'Gambon' corners to take before the lull of December. Strap in.
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