Riders meet at various points (The Ace, Box Hill, Oakdene) and depart at a coordinated time, probably 10:00 after a hearty if not healthy breakfast.
You each have to go to 5 stops, (country pubs and places of interest) maps and locations will be provided (this is not a treasure hunt) where they will be handed a sealed envelope containing 1 playing card.
The first back to the finish point with 5 cards and the BEST POKER HAND wins, its not a race as you might be the first back but have a lousy hand.
Prizes will be awarded for the best and worst hands, the stupidest story and a special discretionary award for uncommon events.
Fack me! That bought you out of hibernation pretty quickly! :DYou must sit there, not logged in, so you look like guests and people think you’re out riding or summat, but really, you’re rubbing Ibuprofen Gel into each other and drinking Horlicks :laugh:
Sorry! Sorry! How could I forget! GIN! Drinking Gin - that’s what othe old people do, innit?2. Never heard of Phone Sex Medicinal Application? Like this:Ooo… Julie, can you do my corns? Oh yeah, rub the hard bit… ahhh… ahhh… God, yeah… oh Julie, the hard bit fell off… Oooo… now do my back baby - yeah - my sciatica’s really playing up…Do you hate me yet? I can try a bit harder if not :laugh::hehe::laugh:
You’re in deep s**t now Ramone! You’ll have more than sciatica when we find you - and never mind playing poker, we might do something to you with one:angry:
Agreed. Very sorry Nick “Leaderless” was obviously the wrong word. (It was difficult to find one word to explain the anticlimax of the hype, the motivational talks, the bravado, followed by … the lame excuse about the groin strain) You did very well to step in at the very last moment as soon as Sicknote phoned in with his feeble whimpering.
Trixie, Stevie tried to lose me too on his North Kent twisties…lovely roads for sure. He also took me on Kent’s longest route without a garage, just as my light came on…running on fumes as they say:w00t: