Dr Dan's bits fall off
The qualifying session began badly for Dr Dan as part of his car fell off. After close scrutiny by the race officials he was eventually allowed to get in the spare car, however, the limited time available led to Dan starting from the back of the grid of 12 cars.

Dan Swan immersed in rubber
During the first few laps of the race there was frenzied activity by the marshals as they randomly waved their  black and white flags in a vain attempt to control the ferocious shunting and skidding activities of the race drivers. It wasn't long before Dan Swan disappeared under a pile of tyres only to be black flagged and sent to the pits for a stop go penalty! Was this an error by Dan or part of a systematic reign of terror by another driver?

Hunt the Shunt
A pattern soon emerged that just when any driver was happily driving along minding his own business he would be shunted into the tyres and passed by James with a demonic grin on his face. How did James avoid the black flag. A substantial cash bung to the officials (No maybe not, this is a born again Scotsman  we're talking about) or just sheer luck? It's also possible that James's driving tactics led to the 2nd black flag of the afternoon as Fat Rob was sent to the pits with smoke trailing from the back of the car. However, there is some debate as to whether this was due to numerous shunts or an inability to operate the brake and accelerator independently.....

Big Rich fills the track
Undeterred by the low power to weight ratio Big Rich fiercely defended the racing line making any driver work hard to overtake him but not making it difficult to catch up with him. Boy Racer was undeterred by such tactics and effortlessly slipped round the inside of any driver in his path.

The chequered flag debacle
After the 80 (?) laps the chequered flag was ceremoniously  waved, however a furious debate developed as to who had won.... 
Was it  Traitor (the only driver who appeared not to have been overtaken during the race?
Or did James win by a nose?

Champagne or chunder?
Anyhow the mention of a post race champagne podium celebration sent Boy Racer hurling to the darker corners of the circuit leaving the rest of us to shake our aching limbs and head out to the pub.