Tuesday, February 4, 2020

02.02.2020 Total Palindromic Run, Axedale
Host Glider, Hare Exit
Well, what an amazing, feel good shit hot run and afternoon was had by all and sundry. Exit and Glider put on a magnificent event in a quirky country pub, well catered with good food and interesting beer, a very pleasant bush run around Axedale and along the Campaspe River, with a generous drink stop on the run, and back at Glider's Place. A good circle, with horses' arses supplied, two christenings, a swimming pool sojourn, and a bus trip back to base to cap it off.
The day started at 0845 hours exactly. Big Dog attended at 0848, snuck onto the bus to take the last remaining seat, forcing D & D to drive the car. What a nasty thing to do. Dr Death was good enough to join Dumber for company, and then Nummy got the guilts and joined the car as well.
Precious cracked the first beer at 9 07, his mother only an hour behind him. Crossing the bone dry Loddon River
reminded us of the lack of rain north of the divide. Things began to unravel at Barker's Creek. "I might have fucked up" was heard from the navigators seat as the bus was directed towards Bendigo instead of Sutton Grange, After a 10 minute on back, "IMHFU #2", was again muttered in the vicinity of Barker's Creek. When the bus careered past the Sutton Grange Road (much to the dismay of SS) "IMHFU #3" was heard.
The bus made the pub in time for 1111 hrs. The run commenced somewhat later. Shafted turned up later still, and Half a Bar appeared in time for the drink stop.
Set in the Glider stamp, trail quickly entered the gum trees around Axedale, with on backs keeping the pack very tight, meandered along bike paths and the golf course and rail trail before dipping down to a run in along the quiet murmuring waters of the Campaspe. The drink stop was entertained by intermittent appearances of the local supercharged lawn mower society trying to impress the ladies. Little did he know there are no ladies at Hash.
But there are horses.
Welcomes back to Shafted, Glider , Exit, Pall Bearer, and SS. "they're the meanest" was the obvious song, sung loudly just as one of the local 4 yo kids hopped into the car. "it's all right, he's from a farm" said the smiling Dad.
Spencer Hocking then took over, presented Palindromic recreation shirts (worth $2.50, charged by Spartacus @ $22.50) to appropriate people, while noting that as well as losing Russell Up The Publican during his 2002 reign, he has since lost Heavy, Big Balls and Crunt, all Committee Members.....
He managed in the process to get Head Hunter to take her top off. No one was disappointed. Tommy even needed a second look. (this is your down down song)
Shafted was on fire. Began his screw by likening his recent American trip to Mrs Dickhead ("both the Gand Canyon and Route 66")
"What a run" and other superlatives, followed by:

G is for the Goodness that Glider has inside
L is for the liveliness he brings to a run or ride
I for Intelligence that Engineers think they have
D is the Dickhead Dummy Spit and Spazz
E for eroticism when he thinks of Exit and Hash Tarts
and 'Arrh' is the sound he makes when he sits in the Volvo and farts.

Spencer Hocking was Sergeant for the day. Many charges involved 1969, assorted numbers, palindromes, digit sims, squares and square roots, often all at the same time.
Anyway; Exit 111, D&C 175 (which was somehow linked to 169), GILF 300, Dr Shazza 14.
Tommy managed to put his new shirt on backwards, Shafted just fitted into his tent.
Dr Shazza was asked to assume the position. For some reason she knelt rather than squatted, and was christened Campaspe, with more than an allusion the the peaceful sound of gentle flowing water down by the river.
The GM, much to his surprise, also had his name tweaked to "Fuckinator", after one too many fuck ups.
The circle rolled on for a while, most decamped to the Estate where more chatting, birdwatching , pool dipping and quiet drinking was had, before the bus trip home where the scribe lost track of time, balance and self respect. Bus driver Normal got him home safely. Thank you.
All in all a most pleasant day.

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