another great british institution stamped into the mud. the greatest corner on any circuit in the british isles. the sight of thirty or so bikes barrelling into gerrards for the first lap of ANY race was simply awsome.
mr meek, if you've got any clout left, put your chihuahua down, jump in a jcb and shovel this new tarmac straight into the lake.
mind you, after the rubbish put on by a certain mr parker's club on boxing day, i said i'd never go again anyway, so why should i care?
ade!