C’était un Déluge

- Racing Daydreams by Colin Johnston

We’re lucky to have a lot of motorsport heritage in Northern Ireland. We don’t make enough of a fuss about it.

To that end – to make a start – here’s a look at Dundrod.

Epic, terrifying, bloody quick Dundrod.

Scene of many motorcycle battles, but also the Ulster Trophy for Formula One & Formula Libre, and the mighty RAC International Tourist Trophy. Of course, I have featured the TT before on ‘Racing Daydreams’, and there will be more to come in the future.

For now though, enjoy a glimpse of what Dundrod looks like today and imagine what it must have been like from the seat of a D-type, or a 300 SLR… or an Alfa Romeo 158, or a V16 BRM.

(Top Tip: Play the video at double speed to complete the lap in about five minutes… not even close to the 66 year old 4-wheel lap record!)

I hope, over the coming months, to have more video content for the blog and social media. If there’s anything you particularly want to hear or see, just give me shout.

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