Tuesday 18th September

Under lights, The Cook, Phatboy, Nelsie, MF, Buggs and Dozer treadled up Godley Drive, through locked gates and gravel to the Summit Rd.  MF and Nels took the dirt, while the other 4 rode to meet them at Evans.  All turned round and in sensible order jettisoned themselves dallyingly along the trail.  Tires were too hard on Phatboy's Chameleon so he extracted some air at Livingston.  The crew then blitzed over their rock, afterwhich Motherfarmer had a very close call on the cattlestop.  Waiting, and waiting, and waiting, they were for The Cook's light to show over the ridge.  Finally it appeared and when he got to the crew he explained he'd had a wee off, his light had blown off his helmet, and he had to find the attachment for the helment in the dark, which is what took so long.  Off round below the road, most of the way, then back, then up the road, and down the singletrack they jaunted.  A final grovel, and lo they were back at their cars!  Easterlies are cold and strong, sometimes.