5
After parking his car, Scotty Moncrieff couldn’t resist unfolding the newspaper and spreading it over the steering wheel. He read the front-page article for the tenth time while his wife looked out the passenger side at lush green paddocks falling away down the hill and sighed.
‘Lindbergh reaches Paris.’ Scotty said and shook his head in wonder and envy. Lindbergh was five years younger and already the American had managed to achieve in a few short months something so annoyingly similar to what he wanted to do. Indeed, Scotty had been trying unsuccessfully to be first across the Tasman for the past three years. It was so bloody unfair. He had to think of a new appealing way to present his plan, but how? His uncle had offered to back him financially the last time he’d seriously thought
