Wasps And Lost
When I was a child, my father would take me to the Speedway in Newport (South Wales, UK) to watch the Wasps race their motorbikes. It was always a treat for me to go on a Sunday afternoon and I was always delighted to see the bikes zoom around the dirt track. The roar of the engines was always something I deeply enjoyed, even through my massive, bright orange ear defenders. This is a story of the time I lost my own father ... in a small arena.
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