+1 the rac/lombard was brilliant
Those were the days, i remember standing in Clocaenog forest at 4am in the morning, waiting for these fire breathing monsters to arrive.
i was talking to a mate about this the other day, freezing cold, half awake and you could hear popping and banging from turbo's the size of buckets in the distant, the sound of a whistle and dive for cover
good times...