There are other places I'd usually say this, other journals I'd use and other words I'd say, but on Monday, Steve Irwin died, and everyone was very sad. I learnt a lot about Steve Irwin this week - I was astonished at the out pouring of grief from people who aren't Australian, amazed to find out he was a Tourism Australia ambassador, amazed to find out he was considered a conservationist. And it was freaky, the way he died doing something he loved.
Just over five hours ago, Australian motor racer
Peter Brock was
killed coming out of a hairpin turn at a rally at Gidgegannup, a place I spent a chunk of time in as a child. He was a racing great, and he died whilst racing. And this is bigger to me, means more to me, than Steve Irwin's death. But aside from that, it's a little weird that two Australian icons died doing the things that they love, in the same week.
And I'm just posting this here because I haven't seen anyone say it yet, and yeah. I'm a big dag for liking motor sports, but who didn't like Peter Brock? I mean seriously.