Just six or seven gentle sweeps or kinks and the crowd at the hotel in Charleston to keep the drivers interested as the tachos showed top revs for almost three and a half miles.

Then came Kayannie Corner, a sharp intersection with an included angle of about 60 degrees, with a gentle downhill rush across the river then a climb to the brow of the hill overlooking the town.

The straight that led into town came from the last left hander dipped and rose to another crest, but then the road simply dropped away and heavy braking was the order of the day as the T-intersection with the main street was reached.

The circuit then climbed again, with a dip towards the end of the shopping centre before levelling out between the house then swinging right and beginning the roller coaster ride that sorted the men from the boys.

It’s this section that defies adequate description, the three miles of ups and downs, of blind brows, of fast curves between the dairy farms that made Lobethal a legend.