So, its the 250 two stroke race, we are on the start finish strait and there is a plastic bag blowing across the track, dun dun dahhhhhhhh! It's OK because fat old Harold the Marshall in his orange overalls has spotted the potential catastrophe and has mounted a sprint into the road to pick it up.
With all the agility of a 3 legged pregnant hippo he scoop's down to pick up the bag and makes a sprint for the bank hearing the bikes coming back round on track.
One step, two step, "he don't look in control of his legs". Three steps four steps " he's going". Five steps six steps "he's down!".
" It's OK he getting back to his feet....oh no he's down again using his head as a brake". Bikes are really close now and people are screaming for him to get out of the road. Fortunately Harold is obviously special forces and starts a combat roll off the road. Unfortunately he has put a few pounds on since the navy seals and his belly slows down what we are sure would be an impressive role every 360 degrees. The bikes go past at 120mph wondering what the large orange slug is at the side of the road.
Poor old Harold trys to save face "fek I'm OK" but unfortunately the ambulance that picks him up at the end of the race suggests otherwise .
Without doubt the funniest thing I have ever seen and the race carried on. Well done Harold the Marshall.
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