My old mate Pete came all the qway from Sheffield for this one.
My third autotest was on a ploughed field, baked hard by a long East Anglian summer. This meant that at times the car was going with the ridges we could really fly but going across them was torture with the axle crashing against (and denting!) the bumpstops and the exhaust smashing against the boot floor. Combined with huge amounts of dust that forced us to run with the roof up on a very hot day this was potentially a real car breaker – one rival, driving a modern car, destroyed his engine mounts – but the tough little Midget seemed to lap it up.
One frightening moment when a stone got lodged between the steering column and cross member which locked the steering solid. Imagine if it had happened on the road!
On this occasion there was only a small number of competitors but I was pleased with second place, all the same.