I ’ve never been much of a believer, in religion, destiny, fate or any of that kind of thing. Though, when you’re born with my looks and talents, it does seem obvious something out there has a sense of humour at least. However, the second weekend in December 2021 did get me questioning the whole divine intervention, written-in-the-stars kind of thing. I mean, November had rolled by with enough rain around for Noah to consider leasing out his arc, roads were closed all over inland NSW and the transport industry was busier than a swarm of dancing ants on honey-coated privates.
Yet, come December 11, the Bathurst showgrounds were jam-packed with immaculate trucks, outstanding trailer combinations, scores of on-lookers and not a single rain cloud, although a couple tried floating…