As skies wept over Bass Strait, the author pens a heartfelt farewell to Phillip Island’s perfect curves and thrilling straights, and a youth forever etched into the world’s best MotoGP circuit.
The best definition of grief I have ever heard is that it is “love with nowhere to go”.
My mother-in-law shared it with me three years ago when our dog, Barry, a loyal and loving rescue, died suddenly.
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