1. An history of the beach
... us with its presence. Gaz asked me if we were clear to turn, and without even looking I murmured, "Just go u fag", as I fiddled with the CD player. A split second later, a blue sported-up Ford Focus screeched to a stop narrowly missing side swiping us by a couple of metres. I laughed ... no grief until just north of Broken Bay where a rogue semi-trailer attempted to make us part of the sandstone dividing walls that are found along many parts of the freeway. Another hairy incident that we managed to escape. At least luck was on our side. A lot of various antics ... , that I can't readily ...
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