Flinton
Races
CLUBS
There was movement at the campus, for the word had
got around, the QUTLNC was Flinton bound.
Flinton, QLD. Most consumed liquid? XXXX
Gold. Average hat rim? 5 inches. Average
annual rainfall? Less than most places get
in a year.
A five-hour trek, that takes 5 hours, will put
you track side for what is bound to be the
best weekend of your life, for your liver?
Well… not so much.
Back in 2014 the club made it out this way,
and boy was it a blast, so we felt the need
to bring it back. From poetry competitions,
and horseless foot races, to the horse
races themselves, there is something for
everyone, and if that’s not for you, then I
suppose you’re just not everyone.
Starting off in the big smoke, or the “city”
as you slickers call it, the short limp up the
great divide is made, from there it’s just a
matter of getting back down the other side
without braking too hard so you can roll into
camp, tank still half full. Just don’t forget
that there’s more cops than people out
on the other side, so check the dial’s still
somewhere in the middle of 0-240 every
now and then.
If you’re strapped for cash, there’s a few
things you can do to keep the costs down.
The louder the country music, the more fuel
efficient your rig will be. This is fact. If more
than half a case of mangoes is consumed
prior to arrival, more fuel will also be saved.
Also fact. If your rig happens to have a
bullbar, spotties and a Toyota badge, it
is guaranteed to be more fuel efficient.
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Definitely fact.
Toyota’s, country music and Milton’s
finest aside, this event is really one of a
kind. A quick flick over the form guide
to pick the winners based off the first-
hand knowledge you acquired that time
you spoke to your Uncle who was best
mates with a bookie’s daughter, will get
you set for the hottest picks of the day.
There’s a handful of novelty events to fill in
time between the races, the bush poetry
competition is always a fun one. Use your
time on the drive down to write your own, or
simply memorise some of the classics – I
heard Nollzy was a good poet.
If that still doesn’t take your fancy, Fashions
of the Field always brings out the glamour
in everyone, even Russell Coight could
scrub himself up well enough to get points
on the board.
The sun sets over the dusty track, setting
the sky alight in rusty red and the mango
continues to flow. Now is a good time to
get a feed from the local P&C BBQ or the
classic potato van. The band will play into
the night; a DJ makes an appearance
for those still with their legs. Eventually
everyone wanders back to their camp, a
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