Well reach up there and pull them belts tight cause we had ourselves a rip roaring, bone rattlin, knee crackin good ole time at the iconic Western Springs Spudway.
To be fair, heavy rain the night before made for a tough track to prep, and as they say, its the same for everyone and if you hit a rut its you're own fault for driving there.
Glad to survive this one, even better to sneak a very cheeky 3rd. Smacked the wall running P2 which bent a bit of gear, rim buckled, right rear radius arm snapped off but couldnt tell because hey we were out of control the whole race anyway. Glory days, long live the icon.
