It was Collingwood...
The funniest part was, I saw the corner coming, meh, no big deal. As I prepare to enter it, I spies bikini clad chicks out of the corner of my eye. Thoughts of corners vanish from my immediate thoughts as I try to err... assess the situation.
Returning to the task at hand, suddenly the corner is infinitely more involved than I remembered half a second ago, and the task at hand is more complex as it now involves barriers, gravel and such like. While wrangling the bike back under control, I still wanted another shot to view the scenery, but alas, they were over my shoulder and rapidly growing smaller
It should also be pointed out that neither gijoe nor I drink. Yes, by natural extension this means this entire trip, along with the pictures were from a completely sober state.
Perhaps I shouldn't have mentioned this... we're now firmly perceived to be in the nuthouse.![]()
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