Fatal Injury in Motor Sport
The first competitive section of a local rally was just on the eastern side of the bridge across Gavial Creek. First car away was young Wayne driving the "Opera House" so called because it cost almost as much as Sydney's pride & joy.

The starter counted back from ten seconds. Wanye rrrrrrevvvvvved the motor, ready to drop the clutch. Just as the count reached one, a cane toad appeared, hopping across the dirt track.

At "Go" the result was almost inevitable. When the dust cleared, very little of the toad was visible.

"That'll learn 'im" said the bushie in the battered felt hat.
(Redemption blamed it on the Bossa Nova since, Fri 20 Apr 2012, 11:21, Reply)