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Run 1192. 23 January 2006.
Charan Sanitwong Soi 13. Hare:- Todd "Spinning Dwarf"
Wilkie.
Unexpected expedient excursion to the
exercise; a clear road to the runsite; roads routinely
ridden; rejected, riders rejoicing in the rendezvous at
the rear of the restaurant.... parked in the green
fringe and languishing at least 45 minutes before the
"off". Cengiz in his infinite wisdom proffered some
advice from an earlier run by the Hare from this site
some months earlier; beware crossing the main road and
beware the canine.... Slowly a small pack emerged and
slowly set off following the advice of the Hare that we
should seek flour, chalk and paper and that the checks
were up to 150 meters and the run built for a pack of
30, alas there were only about 15 of us meaning we were
doomed from the "get go"!
Off left down the road on green chalk arrows dodging
cars, pedestrians, power polls and motorcycles until
exit left into the verdure being some relief from the
diesel fumes. Following the concrete paths to the first
of the mother of all checks! With few in number we
checked, and checked again and then checked deeper but
this was a.... back check? Now why didn't someone think
of that? Well Hayter Peacocks did but didn't check it
back now did he?! Just scolded every other bastard
that... why didn't you check back? Stuck there for 10
minutes checking with too few in the pack BECAUSE Cengiz
in his infinite wisdom, took half of an already small
pack on a short cut walk refusing to cross the lethal
main road (wise move Cengiz as it was indeed a health
hazard crossing the road... and in the scribe's humble
opinion the only downside of the run if there was any
worthy of mention...). Don't mention the dogs!!
Zipping up and down and in and out of concrete walkways,
through significant jungle tracks etc and some very
difficult checks given our limited numbers and then
there was the enclave of Bullet and No Good Boyo who
were seeking home only (forget about any paper) and
proceed to cross the main road again (towards home) but
did not call on.... meanwhile the rest of us where sill
seeking paper but finally found the paper crossed the
road home; the question is Bullet; why didn't you call
On On? Ok, maybe you did but we couldn't hear it over
the din of the traffic on the main road. Flashing
headlights, seeking a break in the traffic flow.... shit
am I going to die today? Ok, why not? It's Monday and
a nice day; a good day to die. Go for the gap! Made it
and called the remaining FOUR hasher's "on paper". Over
the road and left up a lane way with the great wall on
the left side. MORE DOGS, BIG mother of all dogs; black
and on the loose! And, your humble scribe is alone and
there is more than ONE dog!! Picking up a handfuls of
rocks to speak the universal language dogs speak, just
in case I retreated to wait for the remaining four to
gather strength in numbers. By the time we all
meandered back down the lane way to DOG hell, the dogs
had been caged and the others wondered what all the fuss
was about??!! On left as the dogs were kennelled and in
the dark of the jungle as the daylight was rapidly
running out. In and out and over again until the Hare
took us into the jungle yet again for a final trek and
this time t'was truly getting dark and there were only
FIVE on paper. Haycox with failing eyesight and no
daylight left was on unsure footing as the gnarled tree
roots, stumps and etc were truly a health hazard. Out
at last, a bit more concrete walkways, through private
suburbs of slumland and through a WAT or two and on in
up the grungy road back to the restaurant and the
waiting short cutters back at the piss. Rumour has it
we were out for almost an hour and a half with all the
checks and not enough in the pack to do the checks
justice. Rejoicing in my survival and pleased to be
finally in, the Hare wondered why it took so long as the
run was only 7.5 km long!! Good question! The pack
deemed the run to be a "good run" and the Hare learned a
few things today especially about the Main Road! and
maybe a cattle prod for the dogs?
Tim Daly did her usual on the nibbles and the Hare was
asking if anyone was really hungry any more at the On On
On.... because he evidently engorged himself on the
generosity of Tim's gourmet sandwich platters!!
Excellent on the nibbles as usual.
Circle called and many and various sinners and
misdemeanour's were presented; one notable error was to
get Adorable as a "look-alike" for Cengiz!! What an
insult! Prick of the week was bestowed upon Colleen our
female visitor; funny about how that works eh? In
stride she took to wearing the prick for all to see. I
do think that the holder of the prique should use some
fishing line or similar stitching to add more definition
to the prick of the week to give it that real "look and
feel" for the betterment of the recipients in future....
Ok, mai pen rai.
The Hare arranged for the local restaurant to deliver
good fare and even a 10% discount to the Hash; not clear
exactly who got the discount, the Hash, the Hare or the
diners??? TIT, probably corruption involved somewhere.
But a good dinner with lots of cold beer and all in
another pleasant night in good company.
On On
Adorable Blue Balls
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