A translator was present but not necessary as the stocky policeman’s rules were firm, fair and fell within my basic grasp of international hand signals. “NO BURNOUTS. NO SPEEDING.” Unfortunately, these rules were ignored and broken immediately.
The plan (in the loosest definition of the word) was to hold a simple yet jovial parade from the circuit to the centre of Most. To the annoyance of the local Czech constabulary, the truckers joining us didn’t get the memo. They went full truckhana, drifting around every roundabout, foot-wide tyre marks behind 200-metre rolling burnouts and completely forgetting about something called ‘braking distances’.
Now, I’m not sure if you’ve ever seen a racing truck lock up all six of its tyres and nearly rear end a Lamborghini Huracán Tecnica, but it’s a terrifying situation. One that – thanks to an overexcited teenager – you can
