Why I can't wait for the Goodwood Revival Ssshh, don't tell anyone, but the Goodwood Revival is my very favourite sporting event of the year, surpassing even the Olympics, which is a heresy in this post-Games glow, I know. Cycling and rowing are all well and good, and full of athletic bravery, but for full-on, old-fashioned heroism, the Revival is the event to go to. It's the snowy-capped, steep-cragged summit of jaw-dropping, gold-medal sporting achievement. You try racing flat-out in an irreplaceable classic Ferrari that's not yours and is worth several million pounds, around a fast circuit which managed to outwit even Sir Stirling Moss. The raw skill and strength of character involved in facing that challenge brings a tear to my eye each September. Combine that with the spectacle of famous legends of the sport competing for glory, in a period setting where everyone from the newspaper sellers to the grid girls, the mechanics and the crowds are all dressed in costume, and you'll find it's a heaven not just for petrolheads but their families, too. How then, to pick out some highlights from the forthcoming weekend? Well, here goes: I'm looking forward to the Freddie March Memorial Trophy, a 90-minute race on the Friday night. There's something magical about racing when the sun is going down and the circuit becomes a dusky ribbon of Tarmac, the cars swarming like midges for space in the cooling air. In complete contrast is the Settrington Cup, a race for Austin J40 pedal cars. All drivers will be aged five to eight and Sir Stirling Moss will present prizes. I will also be jostling for a good vantage point to watch the big one: the RAC TT Celebration race. If you've ever wondered what more than £100 million looks like, feast your eyes on the starting grid.