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So last night I managed to tag along with Steve and a bunch of the UK's "young guns" to a new training school that they were all attending. No idea how I was so lucky to be invited to attend as well but I wasn't going to argue.
The minivan picked us up and I clambered in over the back seats and sat in-between Steve and another "young'un" whom I didn't recognise. The banter was good on the trip to the school with Ratboy and Craig Evans leading the piss taking from the front seats. I was quite surprised when we arrived at our destination that the 'theory' part of the day would be held in a classroom in a tree house. So up the ladder we all climbed and settled in behind the old school, ink well, wooden desks. Now I'm sure what was discussed was very informative and constructive but all I can think is that the awesomeness of the situation got the better of me as I simply do not recollect the rest of the classroom events.
My next memory is clambering up onto the roof of the tree house where I found Joe Barnes in a cross legged, Buddhist type poise, contemplating a problem he was having rigging up the water tanks. He'd managed to get three tanks up there so that we could all wash our bikes after the ride. The issue was controlling the flow between the three tanks so that all the riders got enough water at a good enough rate of flow. Being the engineer that I am, I naturally started helping out. Fergus Lamb then appeared with three extra lengths of hose pipe. Perfect, just what we needed to rig up......
My wife then woke me up as she thought I was having a nightmare. Bitch.
Actual LOL.
Brilliant.
😀
It's taken me years to get my wife to stop telling me about her bloody dreams and then I wander straight into your trap 🙄