Goodwood Festival of Speed
Bruce hits the historic stretch and misbehaves at the historic stretch!
If you go down to the woods today you’re sure to have a surprise. Why, you ask? Well, because these particular woods are quite like no other. Forget all that nursery rhyme nonsense of teddy bears and picnics, because that’s just a facade to keep the do-gooders at bay. The ear-piercing roars that annually permeate the surrounding villages of Lord March’s grand Goodwood estate, set within the picture postcard South Downs, are all man-made. And when I say that, I mean they’re literally produced by an octane hungry human at the controls of some outrageously motored device.