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"I went in a round of the Domain on Saturday morning in a rally car. At the start of it, I was asked if I felt scared. I said, 'certainly not, I have been working with Roger for years'."
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Source: Gliding on the Lino: The Wit of David Lange, compiled by David Barber, 1987.

 

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