[Chrislong]

We raced a few times in the hall at Bury metro, the one which is burnt to the ground, just during the winter of one year only before they made it an aerobics centre. Anyway, there was this lad called Martin McElroy and he always had to have the best, be the fastest and brag the most but he couldn't drive for toffee, although he liked showing off if chance to.

One meeting after the finals, he took his ZXR out on the outdoor track and sprayed his rear tyres with motorspray, lit them, accelerated and with a burst of flames it went out and drove back to himself again. It was dark so it looked cool.

As a crowd gathered he put more and more spray on, plus whatever else people offered. Until eventually he was driving around a ball of fire and it didn't go out, we all expected it to happen and he couldn't put it out, was hilarious watching him panic. It soon fizzled out, lots of melted bits but the car was still a runner really. Don't think I saw him again.

All in one weekend:

Then there was Gav Crolla, who brought to life an old Pred he had and raced it at Batley (might have been 2002/3). Every race it broke, was so fragile! So after the final which it did finish, he proceeded to jump on it..... and it didn't break, so I think he buried it in his garden.

Then Duncan Lomas too busy drinking to notice airbed over-inflating and going bang, blamed his girlfriend in a drunken rage and threw his credit card at her to get a Taxi home. Gav went and picked the card up "What the f@ck she meant to do with this, wave a Taxi down with it?"

Went to the Pub down the road, all went to the bar and went out to the beer garden. We all put our drinks down on this wooden bench and Stu Mahon was the first to sit down - all the drinks went.