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Saturday, 25 May 2013 02:19

                        The bell rings; the flag drops; hurtling round the tracks in billows of dust come 4 or 5 ponies ridden at desperate speed and with savage concentration of fierce little jockeys, brilliantly liveried in scarlets and yellows, visors low over their eyes rocketing around the little track, as the crowd roar with excitement, until they shoot out of sight, with cheers, laughter, catcalls behind the grandstand and off the course. The Lebong races came to an end in the mid eighties bowing out to the political turmoil, which rocked the hills.