FROM THE CAVE BEAR FACED

ROUGH RALLYING

“What,” said Stuart, “is this?” He was referring to the photo above, of a noticeably younger, slimmer and more handsome version of myself steering a postie bike up onto a wooden seesaw.

“It is a photo of a younger, slimmer and more handsome version of myself about to disastrously crash a postie bike at one of the Triumph rallies at the Station Resort, Jindabyne,” I replied.

“I can see the crash coming by the body English,” Stuart replied. “But what were you doing riding a postie bike on a seesaw in the first place?”