(7 photos) My brother’s achievements are many both in his working career and in his sporting pursuits. The pinnacle achievement was for him reaching the summit of Mont Blanc (4808 m) in 2010. Another, more recent, climb can be seen here. I was never going to be there to witness this or any of the other summits he has reached. I was however present when he achieved a silver medal in the Billy Cart Grand Prix.
He had arrived from Switzerland with his family a couple of days earlier and thinking it might keep the children amused we travelled to the small town of Cooroy where the race was taking place. Despite calls for children to make up spaces unable to be filled in the age races my brother’s children were adamant they were not joining in. Not so my brother and his wife when a similar call went out for a couple of seniors to complete a team. They volunteered with his wife as the smallest and lightest in the cart and my brother and another man pushing.
The circuit was gruelling with the contestants having to complete three laps. The first leg was uphill and by the third lap the strain was beginning to show. The distance between carts spreading.
More terrifying was the other side of the circuit. Once up the hill and round the straight it was a downhill ride with the only difficulty being a corner needing negotiation at the bottom. The cart gathered speed. The pushers tried to act as brakes but only as much as necessary as this momentum would help with their ascent up the hill. First time down my sister-in-law described her fear. I knew I had been right not to volunteer.
The crowd cheered.
Crossing the finish line second was an achievement to be proud of as they stood on the truck receiving their well-earned medals.
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