Back to the future
ON THE SPUR of the moment I decided to phone an old friend. He answered straight away: “Hey, I haven’t heard from you for a while. We’ve just got to Tocumwal.”
“Tocumwal?” I replied.
“What the hell are you doing in Tocumwal?”
“On our way back home from racing in the Roaring Sporties at Broadford, mate,” he replied.
“What the hell are you doing
