When the opportunity to ride a motorcycle on the hallowed banking at Brooklands is offered, it is impossible to pass up.
So we took the BS1 along and got togged up in the spirit of Le Vack et al to try and create an ambiance.
It was not about historical recreation or period correctness, there are plenty of experts taking care of that.
It was about trying to reach back and feel something that can work for now.
Getting bounced around on the disintegrating remains of the track, with the tree line in my peripheral vision was simply magical.
I can't claim to have fully recaptured the racing experience, but as you tuck in and accelerate towards the iconic bridge, a sense of time and place still resonates strongly on the Banking.