my best days was at the tracks, i was still at primary school when i use to go with the local landlord, i was his dog walking lad got paid a 10er a week to excersise 3 greyhounds, use to be sat on the back on the car with the boot open trotting them down back roads, or if he was busy tie all 3 to my handlebars and run them that way by f**k i had some mad moments when hares would run out in front of me, my mum use to go mental for coming in on a weds night/tues morning at stupid oclock, loved everymin,