The track up the valley was just so ridiculously muddy we were all coated in the stuff by the time we arrived.
The bastards broke the golden rule of 5 pint limit on a school night too. Fookin 6 pints !!
The ride home was "interesting". Jase sped off at top speed and was probably home and asleep before I made it to the top of San Marino. Weester and Toss were dicking around all the way down Belmont Road and headed off down the race track, I followed but at a pretty circumspect pace. At the bottom, Weester failed to negotiate a turn and hit a wall head on. He seemed ok so we carried on where he proceeded to hit a kerb at an oblique angle and binned it again. The pisspot.
Net result......(amongst others)
Great night in the pub though! Loved it.