Sunday 27th November

Went outside to hook up with one of the biggest posses for a long time and that was with Tinkerbell (off kayaking with his woman) and Phatboy (head on pillow) missing. There was, Mellonfarmer, Texas, Bugs, The eveready Silverfox, Dozer, Twopot, Little Ivan, Jandals, Helmut, Sandals and me making 11. We headed around the river in a long drawn out posse, then started the climb up Gruntsbury. No big pace as we new that there would be regroup time needed. Stopped at our usual hairpin in the shade then continued on up for a regroup at the first gate on the shingle. Did not stop long before continuing up to the top. We then took off towards Rapaki on the Mt Vernon track. Nice little blast around and down to a regroup at what you would now call the skid site above Rapaki. Aptly named due to the fact 75% of us all skidded to a halt. Climbed back up the road to the top of Huntsbury and then blasted around the traverse. Regrouped at the usual, and then Helmut led off towards the dipper to show us how to do the new drop into it. Well the big gark on his shin shows us that we should not do it his way. In fact I doubt if any of us ever do it. We then blasted around to the Pines above Vic park before dropping down, via the Rock Garden to the skidder site. We then dropped into Dazzas which is now called Shazza's. Up the 4 wd drive past Helmuts little play area on Rad, grunting back to the skidder then climbing up the steep section, either by the main trail or the walk track, up up up to the Pines and the uphill track for a regroup. Then into the wind all the way back around the Traverse before dropping down to Huntsbury. Down the shingle before going off piste for a while, through the gate and then off piste again to hook up with the little track along the side. Some did some of the jumps, some did none of the jumps and then some did some more of the jumps. No-one did them all. Done the road, into Broadoaks and the Mellonfarmer said come this way. He headed off down some steep steps on foot as we all said, "Oh no a Richard track". It was one of the "Good Richard Tracks". Then down the last of the road straight to the coffee shop where the fat, unfit waitress once again showed why she will never get a tip from us unless it is "Get fit and get a factory job because you suck at this one" served us once again. Then we all departed in different directions. Only 3 of the original posse going past mine.