I'd strap a leather belt around the roaring bonnet -
I'd sip Laphfroaig from a silver hip flask -
I'd mark my route to Llanthony Priory on a hand drawn map -
The ghosts of speed kings would hail me on Pendine Sands -
My tyres would feel the pulse of Wales -
12.30
Saturday 25 August 2017
Studland
Dorset
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