Ok , I've seen it now. No not a blubbering idiot just the usual foul mouthed chatterbox, engaging in schoolboy level chit-chat with Grumm.......the shot is static and is from my (our) left shoulder so you can't see down the track.....the staging is most of it...the Rev and I making(whispered) plans to harm our German photographer mate Frank while we stage a hand-shake shot for him to shoot, Grumm telling me to run 165 on the 150 license pass( me.."I'm on it"), Grumm making like he's farting into the cab once I'm strapped in....the usual stuff. Me swearing , more, "f*** get the umbrella I'm dieing in here!"
It doesn't show the tach,the GPS or the shift light and I can't hear the motor faltering as the fuel pump cut-out hits at 5200.. but I still get all keyed up when I watch it.......1 minute 34 seconds from leaving the line to buttoning off at the three mile . Not really much for the casual observer . It seems strange but I don't have much memory of the runs , I guess because of the anticipation and the adrenaline and the fact that the runs themselves are fairly uneventful and featureless .......but, don't get me wrong , just sitting there watching this little video pretty much of my hands on the wheel and the sound of the motor...I was holding my breath and an inch off my seat ..........I need to get out more