A run-in with Slighty!
Apr 13, 2021
3 minutes
“I don’t like you and I don’t like the newspaper you represent. Keep out of my way from now on.”
It’s August 1996 and I’m stood in the sweltering pit-lane of the Sentul racetrack in Indonesia. Aaron Slight is jabbing his finger into my chest as he utters those words. He’s half my size but I’m scared. Scared because those dark, unblinking eyes are boring into my skull and the right hand and forearm that the jabbing finger is
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