I remember the old pits and hanging over watching the crews at work with a fag in my gob and the marshalls blowing their whistles at us to stop smoking as we were over the fuel bowser thingies.. absent brain you see.. too much 1664 not enough brain matter
You want to try marshalling the Spa endurance pit lane with all sorts of lovely people hanging over the railings and out of the hospitality windows over the fuel rigs with fags hanging out of their mouths..... that's as well as the people who sit their small children on the railing (it's only a 30 foot drop!), and those that drop their umbrellas, cameras, hats, rucksacks and other assorted goods from the railings!
Hours of fun....