Who said the drivers would beat him up physically?
A crowding, vociferous and ferocious aural assault by 60 or so grown men in race suits, fully pumped up and bitterly disappointed, would have made the little scratter poop himself!
I remember many years ago having to tell a grid of Porsche clubbie racers that we wouldn’t be able let them start because of the local bye-laws at Oulton Park (after they had formed the grid). They weren’t very well pleased at having been made to hang around all day and most of them faced a long drive back down South. Of course they didn’t assault me, but made me feel about 1 inch high.
It was so obvious that we weren’t going to have the time to run their race and I had wanted to tell them in the assembly area but the Chief Marshal insisted that we try. The windy bugger wouldn’t join me on the grid to deliver the tidings of great joy.
But I did end up being presented with the Winner’s wreath by one of them afterwards when calm was restored!
Seano