They tell us they had 15 minutes to kill with the Mustang before their transfer back to the airport, a couple of cameras to hand and… well, wouldn’t you have done the same?
Our Stateside brethren, we salute you and your tyre-destroying skills. Sorry, tire-destroying skills.
Not to be outdone, we’re packing Stiggy into the cargo hold of a US-bound 747 right away. Be afraid, Americans.