The best visual at the Gathering was missed by all the punters. Only crew, and only Zone 3 crew at that, were witnesses.
We were deck chaired out the back behind hardcore, illicitly sipping cold Mac's Gold smuggled past security in a W bin, when Murray arrived on his Big Red. He slid sideways to a halt in front of us, having achieved a degree of skill on the 4x4. This, however, was apparently not a grand enough entrance, so he about-faced "Hang on, I'll do another one", and circled off.
This was much better.
Considerably higher approach speed.
Harder brake application.
Long slide with the bike perpendicular to the line of travel, all locked up.
Spectacular cartwheel as the knobblies dug in and threw him off, rolling to a stop where one more rotation would have dented Shaun's Cortina.

Shame there weren't enough of us for a truly thunderous standing ovation.