Okay, you lived through the first drag race, your boys are sick of hearing you’re now best mates with John Force, and they are beginning to murmur that those times aren’t really that quick. What to do? It’s time to go back and prove your shot at glory wasn’t just a fluke.
OWith helmet in hand, it’s off to the pub to tell them they are now officially the pit crew for the fastest car in whatever leafy suburb you reside. Don’t worry, they’ll all be in — after all, a day out hangin’ with Force’s mate will be fun. Do realise though that as your crew, they won’t turn up to help prep the car - they will arrive two hours after you get to the track (quite possibly hungover), one of them will break something in the heat of the moment, and then they will drink all your beer afterwards. Yep, your mates will be the best crew ever … it’s all up to you.
Having spoken to your trusted insurance broker and informed them of your intentions to race again, they will no doubt tell you “we don’t have coverage” for that day. It’s up to you to either negotiate, or run without, or do your due diligence. One way or
