But the king of all corners for spectacular destruction and humilation for
me has to be the kink at Spa.
How many times have people here been billed by that nice Belgian family that
lives in the village of Masta for house repairs? I've torn down their
fence, knocked off the stoop, and ended up their living room on more than
one occasion. Sometimes I even manage to bring another guy with me
(Surtees, if he's on top of me *again* as we enter the thing...)
Nice folks, really. Even though the father always says to me "You know, a
slight leeft before you enter ze second hav of ze kink woodn't be bad, you
know? You are no Woeger...."
*sigh*
B.
> I might aswell add that daft hairpin at Rouen to the list! I either end
up
> stopping 100 yards short, end up stuck between those half-tyres, or fly
off
> at the corner before the hairpin under braking!