Rally, nowhere near here. I rallied for 15 years and stayed perpetually terrified, either driving (cos of the fact that someone else is in the car as well) or navigating (cos I wasn't in the drivers seat).
Rally competitors are on their own planet, out in the forests, usually in the rain, getting bogged when they fall of the road, getting filthy, getting the car out, going like a maniac again, barely making time, service the car in a too short period, not enough tyres, Jim's out will Galant wheels fit a 1600?? time checks, synchronised watches, night time, missed calls, missed corners, terratrips, and greasy sausages on bread.
No decent woman in her right mind will go anywhere near them so usually the wives are the only females within cooee. The fashions of big hats and drizabones just won't tempt the upwardly trendy so expect the competitors and supporters to be salt of the earth types.
What more to say? They don't belong in the pyramid because they are cutting doughys around the bastard and flicking mud all up the street racers bling