CALLING ALL DRIVEN WOMEN
A few Sundays ago I attended the Paeroa drag races. Actually, I attended what I thought were the drag races. In the week leading up, this was the story I was pedalling, as if I had a clue what drag racing was. Thanks to a crash course in the car somewhere along State Highway 2, I now know it’s not exactly the same as motorcycle racing, the motorsport around which Paeroa’s world-famous-in-New-Zealand annual Battle of the Streets revolves. But then, could you blame me for not being particularly au fait with this sporting niche?
Until recently, probably not.
