Well the african gods tried and failed. Despite a bloody good front of wind and the steady threat of rain, F5Dave, Deano, Jimbo, Jo, Hayden, ??? (sorry dude, forgot your name

) and myself met up at the bottom of the Maunga hill and tripped off to Paekak Hill.
I tried to keep them all at bay but they all streaked past just before the summit

before three of them shot off for fuel down at Paekak and F3 left for home.
Another strop back down the hill towards Pauatahanui with the pack chasing me again ( these blokes call themselves sports bike riders ) before heading over the Haywards and down to the car park to watch, well, watch not a lot really.
Celtic No6 dropped in to say gidday and after a bit of a chin wag those that were hungry and thirsty headed off to the pool room where they are probably still ensconsed right now, and us with dark visors buggered off home before it was too late.
Thanks for the ride fellas and, if the truth was to be known, it was good to see some real riders knowing what they were doing. I'm pleased I'm old enough to know my own limits and not try and keep up with you all.
I'd love to strap a video camera to Jo's tank and see coverage of him doing the hill. Whos' got a camera?
Bring on next week and some sunshine!
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