The other day, I and my two Top Gear colleagues had a bit of a race. The venue was Castle Combe circuit, the cars were three 1970s Italian exotics and we were deeply embroiled in one of our old-car challenges.
Laps were driven against the clock, with points won for beating a certain time and lost for being late. It was the usual sort of thing, but I don't want to give too much away because that would spoil it.
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from James Mays' telegraph column, bastard spoils the result of one of the challenges slightly after that, this doesn't spoil to much but if you want to know more have a look at telegraph.co.uk