Robbo is a past editor of this fi ne organ who, pretty much accidentally, realised it was a mug’s game and got the hell out while he could. Calls a spade a goddam dirty great shovel.
Ever keen to fang somebody else’s car around somebody else’s track, his past decades aboard the good ship Freelance have meant he can no longer even fi nd his own pockets.
It doesn’t matter whether he’s caning a GT3 around Winton or painting his bedroom wall in Nutella, Scotty will be doing it with a song in his heart. A very sharp driver these days.
A calm persona, despite the never-ending stream of issues at PCOTY, has meant we are yet to see him lose his rag. If he does turn up carrying a sports bag, we’ll all be running for the hills.
The fastest thing on two legs any of us will probably ever share a bag of dim sims with. A career spent on the Bathurst podium provides no better yardstick for the rest of us to fall short of.