Then slowly towards the Valiant, pulling in behind. The next pick-up is always just a glance away.Īnd so Robinson, with his cropped hair and short moustache, cruises back past the Mercedes. Or the car full of yobbos hurling invective. They’ll watch the married men come in and have a laugh at the desperation of it all, have a dig at their own sluttiness, slipping into the darkness when the cops come rolling through to harass them. He’ll see some mates over near the toilets and end up just chatting. Robinson drives to the end of the track, past two more cars, and does a U-turn at the car park of the Adelaide Pavilion restaurant.
Before he reaches the Merc, however, he glides past a Valiant with fat tyres, mag wheels and doors painted a different colour to the body.
