SteveD wrote:Of course! Although slightly bemused as to why all the English lads liked to chat to her.
And she waved at me whilst overtaking me powerdrifting around a sweeping right hander on the Nordschleife. I was both humiliated and flattered at the same time. In fairness I was driving an MR2, she was driving an M5 full of terrified businessmen, but still, she handed my ass to me on a plate!

Turbo MR2, or naturally aspirated? big difference there.

Bet you are better at peeing over high walls than she is.
Ohhh, a Jim sandwich. Tell you what, I'm seeing heaps of birds that I never knew existed. I need to get out more.