Yep... No wonder the Targa is raced in Tassie. One stage goes right past our farm (Riana Stage). These's an uphill bend at a road junction that frequently has cars climbing an embankment and landing on their side or on their roof. Loads of spectators hang out there and climb all over our fences to get a good view. They leave us lots of pressies in the form of empty cans, Maccas packaging and butts that poison our goats. "The Great Unwashed Public". Still, at least our tourist cottage gets some business out of it. Imagine, out of bed.....an hour's trout fishing....100m walk to that junction...watch a couple of cars slide by on their roofs, and back for a sundowner.
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