Saturday
2nd
September 2017
SHE
SAID:
The
main event today, the Outback Queensland Birdsville Cup wasn't till
3.50pm, so we had most of the morning at the van.
Geoff
got the generator on to top up the batteries, whilst I popped into
town to get the gas bottle refilled.
It
was hot & dusty at the race course, but we managed front row
positions for the main race. Our racing punting improved, getting a 3rd
place in the Birdsville Cup!
Party
time in town wasn't as raucous as I had expected, but we went for a
look anyway.
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Happy Hubby with his Dagwood Dog...
or is it a Pluto Pup!
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| Fashions off the field, included the men...I'm not sure whether this is normal these days! |
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| Everyone was trying to squeeze into the shade on this 34C day |
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| Yes...there was racing too! |
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Sir Peter Cosgrove, Governor General, posing with the jockeys & Birdsville Cup
before the "BIG" race
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| WE WON! Only joking, this was the warm up! |
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| Only Utes & 4WDs allowed |
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| My Ute is bigger than your Ute! |
HE SAID:
The races today were seemingly an occasional distraction from other things for most people at the track. There were many race-goers who dressed up (or dressed down, depending on your perspective), and several off-track activities to help pass the time between races. I was a little surprised that there were no super-drunks making fools of themselves, but the very small wine glasses, lack of full-strength beer, and high grog prices using a pre-paid ticketing system based at the pub back in town, probably explained that.
I was breathalysed 3 times in 2 days while driving near the race course. I blew 0.000 each time, but there was a well advertised and strong police presence to keep things closer to the family event end of the decorum scale. So if anyone got caught, not that we saw anyone caught, then it was their own silly fault.
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