Derek Hynd caresses J-bay’s subtle lips. He slips in with style. His grace is much appreciated. Between the buzzers, high-performance tick-tocks. In the midst of the worlds bests’ tail highs, cool whips, floats and rotes, Mr Hynd has no remorse. He finds rhythm at first light and glides off into the sunrise. A line apart, on a finless horse.
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