Our father, who art in heaven hallowed be thy cams thine curbing come, thine drift be done on grass or i shall see the heavens Give us this day our daily hoon, and forgive us of our sideways tendances, as we forgive those who use DRS against us lead us not into the tyre wall, and deliver us from spins For thine is the victory, the pole, and the podium. for ever and ever.....