Whilst camping in Benalla I was surprised at the number of Alfa Romeo's setup for racing in the caravan park. One of the owners told me there was a 6 Hour race at Winton racetrack the next day; it was some sort of amateur event. He suggested I should go and have a look, the race track being only 5 minutes away and having nothing to do I went. There were two reasons for going, firstly I had never been to a car race in my life and secondly I was intrigued at how they could possibly keep an Alfa Romeo going non-stop for 6 Hours.

There was every conceivable sort of car racing from a 1960's Cortina, to very modern cars indeed. To give myself some sort of connection to the race and being a Holden man I decided that I would barrack for a little red Gemini. It seemed be circulating in a timely manner and was, due to the drivers skill, passing cars that it shouldn't been able to keep up with. That kept me interested for a while, then a car went pass with flames billowing from the rear quarter, this was much more exciting. Expecting a large fireball to erupt from the car my attention was fixed on the flaming vehicle. Sadly the driver pulled over, jumped out of the car and ran away and a fire crew extinguished the flames. Watching car racing has the same effect on the neck muscles as watching tennis, only more so. I was over it, so I went home, I don't think car racing is for me.

They have been dark days lately, what with the depressing weather, very average golf, the constant humdrum tedium of unpacking and erecting my tent each night then doing the reverse each morning. Today my spirits have been lifted; a little ray of sunshine has come into my world. You will be delighted to know that some caring person in Benalla has named their tackle shop "Master Baiter". Most men probably are, but I see no good reason to advertise your onanistic tendency to the whole world.