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Scribe’s rap-up of Sunday, 29 June, Tour de Windsor - 97km

What a bunch of weak-arse, lily-livered, piss-weak, snow flakes half the crew turned out to be today, just because of a few showers o'nite.  We only had nine starters - Koala Bear, Bank Teller, MapMan, Malvern Star, Whippet, Nurse Karen, ToothFairy, Pacific Pete 'n Tornado.  But brother, they enjoyed 'emselves, what with blue skies 'n sunshine, and a marvelous route via Brown's Water Hole, M2, Marayong, Riverstone, Vineyard 'n Mulgrave to Historic Thompson's Square arriving approaching ten 'n half bells.

After hotish pizza 'n good drugs at Aldos, the team returned via Cattai Ridge Rd, including that dreaded climb from the creek bed, thru Glenorie to GreenShades Galston for another caffeine fix around 1:30pm.

Approaching 3pm we said our tah tahs with the usually display of touch-touchy, warm fuzzies at Turra' car-park with Nurse Karen 'n Tornado departing in a jalopy, resplendent with rattles, funny noises 'n cobwebs; a vehicle that should be condemned by the RTA.  In contrast, Koala Bear chooffed-off in his wife's 'new pin'; a white Holden Vectra displaying a you-beaut, brand-spankers showroom glean.

It'll be interesting to read next Sunday morn' some of the notes to teacher for missing class today.  Let's hope there are some ridgy didge, bona fide, Honest Injun, on my mother's grave reasons for lots of Muggs going AWOL.  Any "I got lucky" retorts immediately qualify for exemption, but staying home to do the Squaw Chores, or sticking your noggin back under the covers, 'cause you might get wet, doesn't cut the mustard.  

Future repetitions could evidence getting drummed out of the regiment, court-martial or even the firing squad, 'cause some irresponsible recalcitrants are bringing into disrepute Muggs' ethos/credo of being uncompromising, belligerent bastards, who get their jollies from conquering hills, no matter what Sunday morn' serves-up.

NB:    The Road Rage 'idiot of the day' goes to a flea in the passenger seat of a green Falcon  KTR601 who yelled at Scribe 'n Co, and then to the Peloton, "Hey %@#wit, get off the road."   A close second was another equally dim-witted Neanderthal who muttered something akin to a few of us on our route out to Windsor.   Generations of selective in-breeding out West and shootin'-up on cheap drugs, seems to have affected some of the local populace.  

Whilst this 'implore' will likely again fall on deaf  ears, when Muggs venture into Deliverance Country, please -

• keep well to the LHS, and 

• ride in single file,  

cause some of those dudes are different, and they might snap, and take one of us out, especially if we are spread across/taking-up half the trail.  

Casual empiricism of road/cycle accidents suggests that the motorist invariably comes off a lot better, irrespective of whom was in the wrong.

Scribe    29 June 2003