So, there’s this racetrack in Germany. The Nurburgring Nordshleife, AKA The Ring. It’s a full 13-mile circuit. It twists and turns its way around a little town called, you guessed it, Nurburg. The course was designed to be a test track and racing circuit. It got to be world famous. They used to have Formula 1 races there, until Niki Lauda’s Ferrari left the track and burst into flames in 1976. Not good. They built a new, safer track nearby, and started racing on that.

So, what do you do with a used, 13-mile race track? Well, it’s still used occasionally as a test track, and there’s smaller scale racing there, but on weekends and other slow times, they simply open up the track and call it a road. No speed limits. Anyone can drive on it, and everyone does. Like knuckleheads, mostly. That’s where we come in.

You see, the BSBFB is written by knuckleheads, for knuckleheads. We worship knuckleheads. We’re proud knuckleheads. And we think anyone brave enough, or dumb enough (they’re pretty much the same thing), to ride around the Nurburgring Nordshleife surrounded by people like us deserves our support.

Although there’s no speed limit, and anyone can drive on the track, the regular rules of the road apply, although they’re not always in evidence. Insurance companies used to pay out claims for accidents on the track, just like any other claim, but they’ve since wised up and cancelled comprehensive insurance for anyone who bombs around the course. That’s the true beauty of watching the wrecks. Unlike race car drivers, we know these knuckleheads are wrecking their own cars, and have to pay for the damage out of their own pockets. Knucklehead behavior like that brings a tear to your eye, doesn’t it?

[Thanks to H J Briscoe for sending that one along]