It was an absolutely mental course - one lap for qualifying on the Sat and two laps on the Sunday - we gave up very early on the Sunday as we were too hungover
Some of it was seriously dangerous tho’ as it had been raining for about three weeks solid prior to the event so the “water crossing” was a fucking raging torrent about waist deep and sooooooooooo cold.
It was a brilliant experience as we got to race with legends like Ned Overend. My memory is a bit hazy but I think John Tomac was there but didn’t race - might be wrong it was so long ago.
The following year it was in Strathpeffer which was even more mental but we diecided to spectate rather than ride. The highlights were giving Thomas Frischknecht absolute dogs abuse for carrying his bike over the finishing line in protest as he thought the course was too hard and we got Tinker Juarez (an absolute gent) drunk on Baileys
Happy days indeed.