Sheer, unadulterated sacrilege had swept across the mountain. A booing, hissing, braying mob of V8-loving Aussie jingoists were enraged. The unthinkable had happened: Mount Panorama, Bathurst, for so long a mecca for rear-wheel drive, V8-powered Aussie-made beasts, had been claimed by something unspeakable, in the worst possible circumstances.