Same campsite, night of the race, seen just as I staggered off to collapse:
Fifty beefy blokes, all in full leathers, standing shoulder-to-shoulder in a tight circle. In the middle, two guys on large sportsbikes, front wheels pressed together, both with the throttle wide open and the rear wheel spinning.
Despite the aggressive heterosexuality of most of the participants, it was the most intensely homoerotic scene I’ve ever encountered.
