Just four months ago a cheap imported pacer named My Bettor lady, who had form of 2 from 16 with no placings and a fastest time of 1.59.0 back home, was running around getting beaten by panels on tracks like Port Pirie and Gawler.
Then the slow mare who’d never won a race on Oz came to stay with Auntie Emma and Uncle Clay, and they showed him their magic flying machine, and within six weeks she was winning first up for them in 1.56.6, and two months later last night at Melton she was strolling around ahead of the pack in 1.53.7
What’s 5.3 seconds between friends?
Only about 75 metres.
I want me one of Auntie Emma’s magic flying machines.
Baby I want one real, real bad.