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Through the course of my life I've rode many strange things, like the time on old Chainsaw out near Alice Springs and that camel at Boulia called Topupmebeer, but my craziest ride was November last year. Neil McArthur had purchased Thong Classic, you see, and he gave me the ride. I was proud as can be. It was true that my weight was a flamin' disgrace, but with Jenny Craig's help I'd be right for the race. When the big day arrived I was on a great high, till they gave me pink silks and a purple bow tie. Still I swallowed my pride with a green and blue pill, just to help me erase how I looked like a dill. Then I strode on outside to the mounting yard there and controlled my emotions by saying a prayer, but it's hard to control the adrenalin flow when your mongrel bred mount goes and stands on your toe. Still my focus returned at the barrier gates and despite the cat calls from my smart jockey mates; When the starter cried “Racing!” what went through my mind, was when Thong Classic jumped, would he leave me behind? Midst the thunder of hooves and the riders’ wild screams I was jammed in the pack, but was wise to their schemes, so I dropped back a little and let the mob pass, but I'd prove in the straight they were up against class. CONTINUED
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