“He clipped the barrier and used to be spun into the hay bales, sooner than flying over the railing and landing within the harbour. His Lotus sank like a stone but Paul managed to extricate himself from the car, he floated to the pause, and swam for the shore. In appropriate Australian vogue he casually made his strategy wait on to the pits, and reportedly made a beeline for the beer fridge.”

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