During a bike ride yesterday I turned right at the end of a gravel path and found myself looking at this. Immediately I heard a clap of thunder in my mind and expected to see Patrick McGoohan roaring towards me in a Lotus Seven. Strange how memory works (and how infrequently it does, in my case.)
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