Last one of those I did was at Snetterton,scared the life out of me. I consider myself a fast road rider,did 4 years dispatch riding in the early 80's, but track days,not for me. Just when you think you've got the hang of it and think you're up to speed some "hero" comes past and nearly takes...
Indeed I do, works very hard for the club and a seriously quick racer. Different class of mower to me and he races all season whilst I just pussy around at the annual summer 12 hour race. How do you know him out of interest?