Semi Pro Vom Racing Team
Back in the eighties I worked partime as a suspension engineer for a sportscar racing team, we were bankrolled by the driver who was rich and fancied be a racing driver.
We were best known for our sense of humour, hard drinking and being at the back of the grid.
At a meet at Snetterton something wonderful happened in Saturday practice, we qualified on the second row of the grid, we returned to the pub we were staying at (Ten minutes away tops) and after dinner celebrated our new found form, despite the fact we were racing on Sunday, we were asked to leave the bar at about one in the morning. The driver I hastened to add had retired early and sober, so it was just the grease monkeys abusing his tab.
The next morning I felt a little fragile so at 7:30 I sat down to a full english thinking that it would 'sort me out'. Clinbing in to the transit to go to the circuit the vague oil smell made me feel a little queasy.
The journey to the circuit took nearly half an hour, as I had to vom about every half mile and this caused a sympathetic reaction from a couple of my colleagues.
I was propped up in the pit against a stack of tyres until I could actually hold a cup of coffee down, fortunately I didn't have to do anything to the car.
The Transit was christened the Vomit Comet a name that stuck, and came back with a vengeance when we finally got a podium place.

Length less than five miles
(johnners hitting things with hammers until they work, Fri 8 Jan 2010, 19:21, Reply)