Looks like the Thylacine is back...Has the body/butt stopped aching yet.

BTW Hitchy, I've been psyching myself up for the sprint to Frankston tomorrow. Wattsy gritts his teeth, closes his eyes and visualises the ride..."My thighs are made of steal, I will not give way at red lights, I will not let any schmuck into my spot...damn it where'd the pack go...wattsy visualises the lonely ride from Patto river to Frankston...