ghost2ghost?

with the carpark filling with velos, the 'family ride' as instigated by the kidd, lived up to its expectation. well almost! the cabana kidd had another party to go to but sent his resignation of road captain with due course. in order or appearance— ninja packed magna, nellie with pace notes on the lateral medialus and adduction and medial planes. what that had to do with bikes is anyone's, well its below the waist—, skipper, the doctor, special K with name emblazonment; megs minus the other triple M factor but sporting 'air apparent', newstarter 'the saint' peter?—rowdy and dizzy miss lizzy, curly with something that resembled a bike for eneffi—amy. special guest appearance from harley who was staying nearby and we were set to go. would anyone else be showing up? then dootch emerges libertine with bowie and hoping for a base camp, and had to pull out of the tour to mind the canine—albeit that dootch was not expecting to be out for naught! on roll out, sydney crunched the gravel fumigation laden upacked in a flash and then someone rode up. the masses directed our late entry to skipper, no its not true is it? but billy MAEVS semi pro scoused any ruminations of other late signings and joined the leaving party aiming to conserve energy at the back so that he could ride back to flaggy on completion of the 'short' run— with the wind. On roll out of 3.35pm Harley paced out biscay and we hooked left up to the quieter streets, Megan was packing some heat courtesy of the kidd and that stick left an after burn. eventually and together hahn road down vale with the wind in our faces. eneffi bludgeoning what looked like a bike into action. down the manic south road single file. right into the silver sands promenade and then with the wind and across the espy. regroup at the turn out. very poor contemporary houses begging for new asbestos treatment to return them to their former 'shack' glory. then on port road it became clear. this is a strong south easter headwind. at 22 ks it got tough and the band stretched close to breaking. biscay miscalculated and short cuts revoked. NO ENTRY! back on to biscay the horizon teased the family ride and showed scant regard for the m'asses. the saint stroked out the old giant on a trial run. lizzy not mixing her words for a lighter bike and the medialus connected to the femurus sans feeling? the south road underpass. the 50 sign. then the carkpark but it took the dial passed 30k and bang on a 5.30pm dismount. photos.

the beers placed on the table for whoever can beat the skipper up to the KOM, thanks kidd? we enticed the saint to add the monster to his resume and he called out something —lost in the crazy head wind and pace. the skipper holding on for pride to rowdy's wheel and doc shadowing taking calls on his mobile. syd showing the cadence of his new hip has improved his riding, out of sight as he slipped the skip back to fourth wheel at the halfway point. curly waved off the sillyness on show and the saint, well we hoped he was still on it. reflections of how sammy rode his fixed tracker up shepherds during the week. with syd slowing calfs biting, skipper strangled back third and attacked the breakaway, with little effect on the gap. yellow signs mixing with golden fleece. were they at that sign together? leave that just push. then the strangest thing— the forerunner coming down yelling out there's a ghost chasing you up! conferred by all the ascentes. what goes on in the old willunga hill must be the stuff legend are built on. it made no sense that random drivers should know of the smokkelaars tormentedness.

KOM 13 at 13 well for rowdy, he shook off the pesting doctor and both were waiting for the skipper 1 minute down. syd at another 30 and curly pacing 15.3mins.do we wait for the saint? on rolling out we set off downward. the saint appeared slogging out pedal strokes was a few minutes back, but deliberately and with support ticked off the KOM title for his general manager. Downhill madness as usual. doc setting the fastest descent. Rowdy slipping the skipper on a huge understeered left hander and the shadows baulking confident attacks on exit lines. The roll out settled high street. the BBQ and tall stories started and ensued with good food, wine and company and the best apple cake ever! was the ghostbusting Gunner still troubled by cramp—in his jaw? Family rides are misleading. no easy ride. no children. lots of stretching and still no ghost!

Thanks to all. great ride, great company. legends intact. skipper
ps the elevation below

30.ks av 15
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