At the old Surfers Paradise track when they started running street meets, we were always there when they were on.
We raced anything and everything, as it was good fun.
Once, i was running late to get there, turned up at the entry that was around the corner, paid my money and in i went.
Because they were under way, i had to drive all the way around the back and i thought, this is gunna take me forever.
I got part the way round and turned onto the big infield. Now, i knew the Joy-flight mob did biplane flights outta there, but just didn't cross my mind, as i shot across the airfield in a bright yellow 351 Ford.
About halfway across, i look to my right to see what the noise is to see a biplane at full noise trying take off.
I booted the 351 in the guts, which then broke into wheelspin on the grass airfield.
I'm not really sure, whether we missed by inches or country mile that day, but it was funny.
The officals asked me to "please, do not do that again' and i think the F word made a few appearences, along with "thinking" "idiot" "killed" "stop laughing" and some others.
That would've been around 1979 or thereabouts.
I would've loved to have known what the pilot said to the passenger on that joyflight.
