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Men behaving badly, and a never-ending queue of 'billies'.
GARY WATKINS delves into the predictable mayhem
Throw a bunch of twentysomething wannabe racing drivers together, give them a fleet of hot road cars, allow almost unrestricted access to a circuit, then sprinkle in a queue of paying customers wanting to get out on the track for the first time, and what have you got? A racing school any time until the late '90s. Or, to put it another way, carnage and mayhem.
"If you get a group of young blokes working together in any environment, they'll inevitably come up with silly games," says sportscar racer Jamie Campbell-Walter, a regular at the Jim Russell Racing Drivers' School at Donington Park in the mid '90s. "The difference was that we had race-prepped cars at our disposal."
