Arrogant Bastard, gets his jollies from inciting trouble and then penciling a diatribe arse-about where the good guys lose and the also-rans get credited with the PBs and KOMs. 

 

At Muggs’ functions has been given the restaurant bill to apportion out ‘cause he reputedly moves around big bucks in his day job as a Bank Teller.  Alas, evidencing PJ calculating everyone’s cop, suggest it would take him an hour and a half to watch 60 Minutes.

The Bier Meister spruiks about his Old/Stout combo, Miners Mortar, as though it was Mother's Milk,  Alas, Scribe drinks all the evidence.

Doesn't have a circle of mentors, and often looks like a chap upon whose toe an elephant has recently trodden and about as sentimental as a razor blade. 

 

An insouciant manner without frills or furbells, Bank Teller ain't got a twin cam overdrive under the bonnet, and is content to trundle along at the rear of the field and shepherd the tail.  Given his military medium cadence, "It's hard to believe that he once beat a million other sperm to the egg."

 

   

                      In the cane fields                             Scribing                                       Detoxed

As prickly as a cactus and as cutting as a razor blade.  And with a bit of Rottweiler coming to the fore when colleagues fail to take up the cudgels for change, is unlikely to -

  • see out his final years as a United Nations peacekeeper; or

  • receive appointment to the diplomatic Corp.

 

Scribe got lucky on a ride to Windsor.  He was just about to take a team pic in Historic Thompson's Square, when he noticed a young lady who'd brighten any drab cycling photo.  Scribe enquired, "Can we borrow your body for our pic?"  Voila! One "Lucky Phil" 'cause the young lass accommodated, but slipped away before Scribe could propose to her.

Circa Oct '04 thru the Lowlands, Nth Richmond amidst wholesome, well fertilised serenity, it recharged the therapy gauge. 
"Tour de Lowlands, Nth Richmond Freemans Reach'' - 81km, albeit flattish, will be featured on a Muggs' Sunday Ride soon, 'cause it is bonza, beaut, bottler ride, offering a marvellous, remedial distraction from the stuff most of us contend with M to F.

 

                 Bank Teller 'n Widget at Spencer                           Racing the Sag Wagon on 3rd annual Tour de Wiseman's Ferry

1st pics - Scribe's Nevada secret training camp holiday - Donner Lake Nevada triathlon - 2003

2nd pics - Scribe kayaking Lake Tahoe 

3rd pics - Scribe's Death Ride KOMs

4th pics - Other mates in Tahoe

5th pics - Bordeaux to Barcelona crossing the Pyranees, Sept 2001

6th pics - Scribe's Donner Lake Nevada triathlon - 2005: page 1,  page 2,  page 3  &  page 4

Stretching a hamstring at Windsor

 


Carbo loading on a monster burger at Kulnura circa 3rd 'Linger 'n Die'
Matt aka The Printer, in the red jersey, didn't like tomatoes, but downed the Black Disprin.

 

Climbing Mt Wellington, Hobart 1,337m above sea level circa Feb '05 with Peter from Austria who rode a seriously heavier treadley