Give me my time, with all my power
"This isn't right, get us out of here, this wood isn't happy"
We had made a wrong turn, gotten off the highway one junction too early. We didn't know what we were looking for, but we knew we'd know it when we saw it. We turned around and back on the big road. To the next junction and try again.
This looks better, we soon find some signs to what we are looking for. We turn into another wood, this one is happier to see us.
Suddenly, from a small road on the left some wheels appear, it takes me a moment to notice they are attached to a drag car. We are definitely in the right place now. I stop to let him go first - he doesn't look like he's got the handling for anything other than straight lines. We follow him around until he turns back toward the airfield and we head into the car park.
This is our first of many encounters with Swedish drag racing.