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I remember going to the 1975 British GP at Silverstone and as it started to rain for the second time, Jarrier went off just after the new chicane at Woodcote and into the catch fencing. One of the wooden poles, holding it in place, flew up in the air and into the grandstand I was sitting in and hit this woman spectator on the forehead. Fortunately it was a glancing blow, otherwise it would have been nasty. It was scary enough as it was.
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