Here we are parked on the side of the road, behaving ordentlik as we always do, when we see this grey behemoth careering around the corner on two wheels, a moustached, sun glass clad individual hunched over the wheel. Obviously in a hurry and not a very happy camper. Suddenly, in a cloud of dust and scraping gravel, this metal machine slides with rear wheels locked, a perfect handbrake turn, into echelon trail behind the Landy. RP rugby tackled Leachy to get him out of the way, a perfectly good beer went flying. Leachy ended up under the Landy as I dived for cover over the 15 foot high game fence that runs parallel to the road only to hear from this maniac behind the wheel "Hi guys, been waiting long?"
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How much did you guys drink before I delicately stopped there? 
Somehow, before we continue too fast with this TT, we have to agree on some points. 
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Where were Purdy and Gambit? 
We still love him though! 