Such was the alcoholic content of this particular amigo and his horse, if gravitational pull had overcome his diminishing ability to remain upright, the fireball would have been spotted from outer space.
Mexico had come to Rally Sweden. And a good time - a great time - was being had by all. The sombrero-wearer in question had clearly been thirsty for much of the day and was now reliant on a pal to keep him out of their roaring and splendidly atmospheric fire.
In the end it all got a bit much for the big man. He went for a walk, slipped in the snow and cartwheeled his way down the bank into a heap at the bottom. And fell asleep.