Odd dream I had last night.
Much of the dream wasn’t motorsports relevant, but the ending was. Long story short we’d apparently come into some money because we’d just bought a huge house in the Norfolk mountain range. Convenient both for Snetterton and for my friend stationed at RAF Marham. We’d moved in and were having a housewarming with various family members. We went outside to show our guests the extensive grounds, as the house backed onto a valley. We’d also been intruiged by what looked like an old bridge which had been demolished years ago. As we approached the remains of the span of this bridge, we could hear the sounds of racing engines.
From the vantage point of the bridge we could see that the neighbours, a bunch of wealthy Arabs including MBS, had set up an illegal racetrack for their own amusement. As it was in this valley it was hidden from view. The track was simple, sort of like a Norisring, running up and down the ancient riverbed with a chicane or two. And the entry was like a Forza Motorsport open lobby. Very much Formula Libre, “run what you brung”. The first cars we saw were a couple of 2000s vintage F3 cars, well clear of everyone else.
Our vantage point was over one hairpin, and a group of cars arrived together and ended up in a very expensive pileup. They included:
A Ford Galaxie touring car. Slowest of the lot and the cork in the bottle that caused the pileup. Ended up front first into the wall on the exit.
Two Stingray Corvettes, a C2 and C3. Both race modified and apparently run by the same “team”.
A Jaguar D-Type. Ended up stranded facing the wrong way in the middle of the track.
An Auto Union.
A beast of a Grand Prix car that looked like an Alfa Romeo Bimotore.
Us spectators were very concerned for the well-being of the drivers because there appeared to be no marshals present. Seems the organisers, Ben Sulayem and his friends, were running the races as a bloodsport as a way for the drivers to work off their debts to them. All the drivers seemed OK in this case. All continued except for the Jaguar.
To top it all off and complete the Forza Motorsport vibe, many of the cars were painted in gaudy, inauthentic schemes. The Jaguar was painted like a 1950s NASCAR, though fortunately still BRG as a base layer. The Alfa was painted in a classier dark blue with cream numbers and trim, but the Auto Union looked like a Benetton B186.
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