Piss poor turnout... you lot pussy whipped or something?
Wanpo and girlie, Toto, Me. I rushed the other way from the ride to fetch bulbs for Sharry, only to get to the library rather late, and have a txt saying she couldn't come... Nevermind, later in the evening a sneaky gremlin put bulbs on her bike at her house without her knowing...
Off to Murder Burger for some fantastic burgers, bumping into ol Sarge (KB'er you younguns wouldn't know). Wanpo brings his new wheels, and refuses the mandatory offers of reacharounds, et al. He says his goodbyes after the burgers, something about having other places to be (as if our company wasn't good enough huh?). We were actually very fortunate to have any burgers after Wanpo tried to circulate the city before going from Queen St to Ponsonby. No really... a short route turned into roads never travelled, and he wasn't sure if we would make it out alive. Toto and I were staring our fates straight in the face, wondering who's traits Wanpo had inherited (Toto lost, or my "shortcuts"). Wanpo said shortcut... I won.
Toto and I avoided Single Awareness Day by hooking up for a lovely moonlit ride (no wait... it pissed down, so there were clouds - but only for a few min) to Wellsford. Since it had rained, and he had nefarious ideas about visiting places after dark we scrapped ideas for Mangawhai or Waipu and reversed direction back down 16, Peak, Old North back to the city, detouring to the aforementioned Sharry for a night time
raid pressie giving. I was most impressed Toto actually managed to get to her house correctly this time... me thinks he could be improving? No... probably not.
One Tree Hill visited with some grass/dirt track excursions, Toto said he was hungry (only what, 4 hours after dinner?), so I knew a 24/7 place in the city with scrummy pizzas and burgers, so more shit talking and eating.
Then we went home. Separately.
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