The imaginary hard wall separating regional Victoria from its metro cousins had burst. Graeme Sedgwick and a few mates rode regional Victoria before it was inundated with recently liberated city dwellers.
Keen to have been and gone before the flood.
Our urgency to get among Victoria’s best north-eastern sealed and unsealed roads before the Melbourne Cup long-weekend’s anticipated surge of revved-up thirsty freedom seekers was definitely selfish.
But, hell. Why not? Premier Andrews’ opening the sluice gates to so many fellow Victorians was sure to cause a huge spillway rush come Cup-time long weekend.