The reality is that it has become a fund-raiser for the town; they charge $50 to be a spectator. Of course, car enthusiasts will pay anything to look under the bonnet of a Lamborghini.
To mark the occasion (or maybe it was just a coincidence) one of the Rotarians organised a car rally, similar to one we had last year. I heard on Friday that one of the drivers might be short of a navigator so Jamie volunteered to fill that spot.
There were 13 cars involved and we were the first one to leave. As it happens, Jamie wasn’t needed in the other car so I drove, he navigated and Marilyn sat in the back seat, giving gratuitous advice and complaining that she couldn’t hear the instructions.We didn’t start well; the first clue was to find a concrete post on the RH side of the mainstreet showing how far it was to B..... None of us saw it as there was car parked in front of it! How dumb is that ? We also missed the second clue – who is advertising accommodation? – because the wind had blown the sign about and you couldn’t read it. Still, we pressed on and were doing well, all but the last two questions answered and well within the time limit.
The instructions said Follow C314 and go straight on to B17. As we approached the Y- intersection, a flock of Ferraris came along B17 so we waited for them and I turned right on to B17, and that’s where everything came unstuck. I hadn’t realised that the left arm of the Y was also B17 and I had turned the wrong way. We had travelled 20 Km before we realised our mistake so we ended up at the finish, 36 minutes late and an extra 40Km on the odometer.
Three other cars made the same mistake. One of them never turned up so we expect he decided it was quicker to go home, and the other two were over an hour behind us. The last three were disqualified and we were declared officially in last place. I always love getting a prize but how embarrassing to get one for coming last.
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