I remember doing a club track day there in aid of children with cancer. Each bought a ticket and stood in line for the ride of their life in their favourite machine. I had a big cushion on the front seat for those smaller nippers who could not see over the dashboard. Our lot raised the princely sum of £2,000, but it was the look of delight on their faces that made my day. I hammered the car through the infield esses and tried to give everyone a minimum of 160 mph down the small section of runway that was coned off for us. Car gained a few stone chips and needed new brake discs after that day, but it was all worth it.