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I was walking Down. The race organisers have buses Ferry riders Down off the top With their bikes. But this particular year they decided to run the buses from a 1/3 of the way Down, where the roads where better. Expecting people to ride down. But when the freezing fog and hail hit. Plans changed, and they drove the buses to the top. Unbekownst to me. A herd of fluoro painted bulls could have passed in that fog. I'd never have seen them. I collected my kit bag. Put what clothes on I could, With frozen lumps for hands, dumped my bike (fixie skidder) in a lorry, and headed Down on foot. Didnt really have a plan. Just wanted to get the feck off the mountain top.
Smallfurry
I had some, presume French people, offer to drive me down off a mountain in France one day during some atrocious conditions, in motherfucking summer! (they don't tell you about this shit in Oz schools).
Obviously, I told them to HTFU and carried on because I'm so moneysupermarket.