I went to my first Kangaroo Island Cup back in '97.
There were no street parties until 4am like now, once both pubs, the Ozone & the Queenscliff shut - that was it. Nowhere else to go.
I'd gone back to our accomodation (about 500m) from the Main Street around 10-ish, then got my second wind a bit after midnight. Ventured back to town to find it empty - dead. Except for a couple of locals I distinctly remember drinking long necks out the front of the pub.
They passed some piss take comment about me being a clueless city slicker. I responded I turn by "showing you how it's done" and off with the kit.
T-shirt in one hand, shorts & undies in the other- only a pair of sneakers were worn. So I do this drunken streak up the main drag with these locals cheering & laughing. I turn the corner & there's headlights shining straight at me. I dodge the car & I'm off, I can here the driver yell out "Oi, get back here!" but I'm running back to where we were staying. It was a police car, I make it within 20m of where I'm staying & go arse up. Lying face down in the gravel (still starkers) the copper parks his front wheel an inch from my nose.
"Are you alright" he asked,
"Yeah mate" I replied,
"What are you doing?" he yelled,
"A streak, what's it look like" I laughed,
"You staying here?" as he pointed to my unit,
"Yep"
"Get the f#*k inside then"
That was it - got away with one I thought.
The following week a mate who did some business on the island came into the pub I drank in & handed me the KI Times newspaper.
In the police section between school being graffitied & pools deliberately being overflowed was the report that read;
DARING DISROBED DASH
Police are investigating the sighting of a disrobed male they chased south along Dauncey St in early hours of February 22nd. Police say the man had no distinguishing features, which they put down to the cold weather but showed good form over the 100m they pursued him.
This was stuck up at my workplace, my local & even sent to my parents & girlfriend at the time.