Well, well, well, if it isn't Captain Bonk. One tiny little hill and you're toast.

No matter, Gary and I plundered on regardless and did a couple of standing 250's. You would have loved them, their like Kariong Hill only they farnarkle you in 20 sec instead of 10 mins. As punishment for your heinous crime (ie. not turning up coz yose a ***** [since when is a cat derivative worthy of star treatment?] you are sentenced to do 10 of these mogrels in 60mins while me and Gary sample Belgiums finest as we record your times.

BTW, next time you organise a session at the track and then change your mind you might wanna text me to say your not coming. Let's not worry about the fact that I abandoned my ride home and caught a bloody boring train from Hornsby just to get there on time. Lets focus instead on the stunning TRAINEE NURSE that I met on the train. Only my dedication to getting to the track for me mate saved her from having her temperature taken with the ultrasensitive thermal probe. That and the fact that she recognised me as an old and shagged out geezer. But that's not important right now.

So, next time your sphincter and tongue unite, use your free thumb to send a text with some useful information. Otherwise I'll post more embarressing *****e on our favourite thread, read by millions of mulletheaded bike riders world over. Wait till your sponsor find out...