Like many others out there, I adore the Group B Rally era of automotive flame-spitting savagery. It was a rare moment of no-holds-barred competitive motoring that produced machinery capable of tackling the landscape with monumental (or just plain ‘mental’) power and fury of the likes that we’ll never see again.
The machines themselves were a technological tour de force that will forever remain in our petrolheaded hearts, but the drivers that piloted and tamed these near-uncontrollable beasts could almost be looked upon as legendary heroes. To watch those drivers dispel the maximum amount of performance from those mighty road warriors in a graceful, almost balletic manner was (and still remains) one of the most incredible feats of man/woman working with machine.
Despite my personal collection of ‘RawSound’ Group B videos placing me ‘in the moment’, to have witnessed one of these monsters powersliding past you at unbelievable speeds, turbos sucking and chuttering air, flames dancing from the tailpipes, shotgun explosions piercing from the exhaust… it must have been completely awe-inspiring.