Back in "the day" along an undisclosed twisty section of secluded road in an undisclosed town in an undisclosed country there were a bunch of us 19/20 year olds with modified high performance cars that used to meet on a Thursday night at about 1:30am and race from a certain turnoff down the 25km course down to a remote beach. Rules were simple enough to keep it reasonably safe (we all had some track experience too so weren't complete muppets). At the time, it was an absolute blast. So much fun. In retrospect, it was also rather stupid and irresponsible. Point being, I raced on the road when I was young...now I am not so young and realise what the consequences of my actions could have been!
Still love a good race though...there is a story for another day of a race with a cop through a central North Island Gorge when the road was closed...
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