Memories: at the rally campground, Phillip Island, for the Australian Motorcycle GP.
The beer tent at the top of the campground ran 24/7, and rapidly generated a large mudpit in front of it. In that mudpit, someone left a bike for the whole weekend: it was the designated free-to-all burnout bike. Into the beer tent, get drunk, come outside for some mud-spraying burnout fun, rinse and repeat.
Anyway, on the night after the race, the campground finally quietened down en masse, as everyone tried to sleep off their hangovers.
At about five in the morning, one of the hardcore drunks peeled himself out of the mud and decided that what the campsite really needed was an early-morning motorcycle symphony.
He staggered to the bike, hauled it out of the mud, and cracked the throttle wide open. He held it there for about thirty seconds before the engine ate itself and sent the valves flying out of the exhaust.
Immediately afterwards, the heartbroken cries of burnout boy were drowned out by a wave of applause that rippled over the campground.
