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So, I get on my horse, Thunderbolt. He’s a beast, but today? He’s got ants in his pants. We’re at the starting gate on Kawerau’s main track, and I can feel the energy. The crowd’s buzzin’. I’m pumped! But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs onto the track. Like, what are you doin’, mate? I’m about to race here!

Kawerau District Council’s Māori ward decision greeted with strong emotion