Myself and some mates, would catch the bus to the Valley from Carina.
Then we would walk straight through the Valley and up to Ekka Speedway on a Saturday night.(You'd be mugged or killed these days)
On the odd occasion, we'd prop at the pinball parlor along the way and have a play.
One night, we said, stuff the speedway played the pinnies all night until about 11 or 12 midnight.
The next day, my brother, being the wank that he is, says I didn't see you at the speedway.
What can I say, its a big place, but we were there and we didn't see you either.
Then he started with the ... did ya see the big crash at turn 2.
Nup, must of been getting a hot dog.
What about....
Did you see....
The prick tried it on and on and I wouldn't get drawn in. (Little bit street wise by 13)
He would be itching to say huh, that didn't happen, where were you?
The oldies, when they went to the Gold Coast and the drags were on, would drop toilet brush (Graham) and myself at the front gate.
The old man, was pretty stern, e would say, you be right here at 5pm or else.
We would watch the racing until we had seconds to spare and run like shoplifters to be at the gate on time.
We were always out of breath, often arriving as the old man was pulling up.
