Look, it’s The McStig: Knockhill’s answer to the mysterious, rubber-burning daredevil from Top Gear.

Speed king though The McStig is, I really showed the laddie who’s boss the other day.

Through my distant cloud of dust, he could just about see me giving my tail a cheeky wee shoogle as I sped round the first bend like a cowpat off a Teflon® shovel.

And I’ll be back at Knockhill again this weekend (22–23 May) for the Official Scottish Motorshow. Come along and see me giving an inferiority complex to an F1 car capable of 200 mph (in kph that’s a number so frighteningly large, I’d have to get permission from three different government departments before I’d be allowed to write it here).

And there’ll also be all kinds of bikes and GT sports cars. They’ll be showing you what they’re made of on the track, not simply sitting around looking pretty.

Although they’ll be doing plenty of that, too; so you can get up close and personal without them squishing you deep into Dunfermline tarmac.

But enough about them. And back to me. Because I’m the one who’s looking forward to seeing you this weekend.