Christine and I came home tonight in different cars, we each had one child with us. My co-pilot was Campbell. Things were fine until Chris passed me on the entry to Smith St. (Give me a break... Commodore vs Barina = No Contest).
Anyway, from that point onward it was all "Come on Daddy", "You can do it Daddy, "Daddy I'm telling you to turn now".
We were defeated, Campbell consoled me and hoped that we'd win next time. Chris is currently undefeated in the Commodore, so I don't think it's likely at all.
