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Previous RidesDATE: Saturday 7th March 2009 LOCATION: Lambert Road HARE: Steel Shaft / Tungsten Tits This was a great ride. But the bugger of it was, hardly anyone turned up. Steel Shaft and Tunsten Tits always set good rides and the food is always great. But there was only four riders. Was a trip out to the industrial area, too far to go? Where was everybody? Anyway, the ride got underway with omenous stormclouds and lightning as a backdrop. We headed accross Karratha Road and off along a well marked trail. There were enough false trails to keep the entire group, (all four of us), occupied. I didn't take any of the false trails, luckily, but I lost my chain toward the end of the ride and had to walk to the Hash Halt. A circle was called and all seven of us would have had at least two down downs apiece. It was a small and short circle and the rain followed. Out came the food, which was great. What cam I say? A lot of you missed a really good ride. Thank heaps to Steel Shaft and Tungsten Tits for hosting the ride. DATE: Saturday 4th October 2008 LOCATION: Demetre Court HARE: Wet Dreams This was the first ride he had set. But what beaut ride. It's like hes been setting them for years. A lot of good false trails kept us busy for the evening. First stop was at Shrek's place.(The Swamp) Next stop was in the hills with a return in the dark. A noticable crash by Sperm Maker kept the group entertained. Thats gotta hurt. The circle was called and many a down down were had. The food was great. We partied on into the night, playing pool and drinking piss. Thanks Wet Dreams for a great ride. DATE: Saturday 26th July 2008 LOCATION: Gunsberg Court HARE: Soggy Biscuit Its been a while since the last Soggy Biscuit ride but it was worth the wait. The ride started at the end of the street with a Tee. I started heading right. Sperm yelled,"Don't follow Fugly. He always follows the false trails." So, everybody but me went left. The trail took me accross Blmoral road and on to the salt flat and another Tee. I headed left, still yelling On On but nobody in sight. Another fluky choice at the next Tee got me to the HASH HALT. Still nobody in sight. I sat down. I was tired after all. I'd been riding all of three minutes and as this was the salt flats, I stood out like dogs balls. Eventually, the sight of Mountain Hashers in the distance, heading accross the road, narrowly avoiding the cars. I tried harder not to be seen, which didn't fool Wet Dream one bit as he road directly toward me. Tandem, not noticing me, continued north along the final false trail. "I spose I'll have to eat my words", said a bewildered Sperm as he pulled up at the Hash Halt. Soggy produce a bottle of something horrible and alcaholic and we all had a swig. The off we headed in a couple of directions. I chose a nice long false trail because I needed the excercise. We eventually found the next Hash Halt not all that far away and enjoyed a nice drop of port. Setting off again, this time in total darkness we found ourselves at the next Hash Halt on the beach, not far from the country club. From there it was On Home! We had the circle and the food. Thanks Soggy Biscuit for hosting a great ride. DATE: Saturday 19th April 2008 LOCATION: McRae Court HARE: Jus Fugly What can I say. This has got to be one of the best set rides of the year. It had everything. Well it didn't actually have, "Everything". We didn't have room to put it all, so we had to limit it to just a large selection. I started them with a circle. The group chose to follow every trail but the right one. It does the hare good to see that. So, off we went into the Tsunami Flats section of Millars Well with many a false trail to be enjoyed. The ride then headed off around Millars Well oval, where the pack lost their way until the trusty hare came to their rescue. By this time Sperm and Shrek were stuffed and asked for the easy way out. The rest of the pack followed along the rest of the trail, including the false trails, which were well used. The ride terminated in a drink stop at the Tambrey Oval carpark were a large vodka and orange mix was consumed by most of the pack. This, of course brought back memories of the blue bucket run from Interhash for Sperm. Then it was on home and a drama with no gas for the barbie. The circle was called and ensued. Seaman Stains came along later and was presented with his backpack from the Interhash at Easter time, which, unfortunately he had to miss. Much tucker and drinks were consumed on into the night. DATE: Saturday 5th April 2008 LOCATION: Behind the Airport HARE: Ankle Biter Daylight saving is finally over. So, the lack of sunlight caught us by surprise. Night fell so suddenly, that we all barely got out of the way in time. With a call of On On, we headed off into the unknown. Some of Ankle Biter's marks were a bit indecisive, which caused me to plow in to the mud at one stage, instead of going accross the little causeway. We headed accross to the corner of the airport fence and off toward the seven mile workshops. Then a circle took us left and back toward the road in to the area. A few confusing marks on the road had us scratching our heads, till I found another on on further along the road. Another couple of mud holes and we found ourselves approaching Seven Mile Creek. "Bugger!", I thought, "We are going to get very wet and muddy." But there was the HH and there was the esky with the bottles of passion pop. So we stood around talking shit till it got real dark and then headed on home. Wind Breaker had arrived while we were gone and had no bike. The circle was called where the hare was called to account. Other stuff happened as it inevitably does. The variety of different food was served up was great. Thanks Ankle Biter for hosting the ride and for the food. DATE: Saturday 9th February 2008 LOCATION: Kestral way HARE: Scumhead It was nice, humid, hot, late summer weather and threatening rain. So it was a pretty good day when we turned up to Scumhead's house. We waited till about 6:20 until on-on. But that was called off as Seaman Stains, Monitor and others turned up as we were about to leave. Compulsory was called as the late-comers had a chance to regain their energy. Eventually, off we went again, to the end of the street, accross the gully and left. Next was on right at a fork in the trail, where I caught up with Shrek. We eventually found a circle and both decided straight ahead was a good option. Apparently, the rest of the group saw which way I went and chose not to follow. I still have a reputation as a false trail finder. The trail wound around to the right and through a big mud puddle that was hard to avoid. A bit further on, at a wet but rocky gully crossing, Tandem caught up and we rode ro the hash halt, just as Scumhead turned up with the drinks. It turned out we had come pretty directly to the halt. It took the rest of the pack a few minutes to catch up. Next on-on was right, toward on-home, or left toward fuck nose where. So, I tried left. My luck had run out. Right was right. Three of us fell for it and were last on home. A circle was called quickly, with Sperm as circle master. Scumhead has down-downed for the ride. I remember Reamer getting quite a few for various reasons, including dobbing in a pregnant Gypsy for something, as well as using multiple mobile phones while the circle was in progress. The circle finished and a group of people settled in to watching Summernats. Snags were cooked and consumed and much piss was downed into the night and early morning. Thank you to Scumhead for a great ride and putting up with us for the night. DATE: Saturday 26th January 2008 LOCATION: Elliot way HARE: Tandem / Mile High Australia Day Ride Well Starve the flamin' lizards, if it wasn't Australia Day. So, I wacked me didlo, stoned the crows and headed to Tandem and Mile high's place. Most blokes and sheelas turned up in suitable clobber befitting the auspicious occasion. Mile High gave a quick run-down on how he had set the ride using coloured surveyors tape before we all shot through like a Bondi Tram. The track was well set with the tried and true skill of an experienced Hasher. Most of the first part of the ride was on motorbike tracks heading out toward the back beach. The first hash halt was fittingly under a gum tree down in a gully. We would have been camped by a billabong but it was a dry creek bed. I was as dry as a dead dingo's donger so I was happy for the drink stop. Of course all the tinnies were in a genuine esky. It was on on after that, so we were off like a bucket of prawns in the sun. There were enough false trails to keep us busier than a dingo at a day care center. Eventually though, we all got to the second hash halt on a dune, over looking the beach, just north of the back beach. Here we had to dig up the piss rather than just take the piss. The esky was buried in the sand and we had to find it. Struth! Then it was on home. Tandem decided to face plant on the way down the dune, causing much laughter as a result. The circle was called and with all the shit mixers and other things, Steel Shaft as circle master was busier than a one armed paper hanger. The food came out. (Well, Tandem had to bring it out). Great stuff too. Desert was good old Ausie pavlova, named after some fat opera singer. Thanks to Mile High and Tandem for a beaut ride and tucker. DATE: Saturday 12th January 2008 LOCATION: Ridley Street HARE: Sperm First Ride of the Year It was hot. As well as that, it was humid. Not a common condition here in Karratha. So we stood arround and sat around and complained about the heat. Heaps of people turned up to this one. It turned out to be a clue ride. Don't ask me to remember the clues though. I'm not that good. So off we went to Radio Hill. That had Tandem puzzled. She thought we meant the one with the mine. Obviously not a local. After the exhausting climb to the top, we were rewarded with a lovely drink cheap bubbly. Next came the easy ride down the hill where you lose heaps of brake pad thickness and turn you brake disks red hot. Then it was on to the dune beside the Searipple camp. The clue had something to do with mosquitoes. The long summer daylight was still not gone, but the storm clouds had built up over the hills and the lightning show Was just beginning. Of course we assured anyone that was new to town that rain was unlikely, even though it looked like it was almost on top of us. The next halt was yet another hill top beside the abandonned tanks, overlooking Bulgara. On the return to Sperm's place it was still daylight. We held the circle outside the yard fence on the BMX course. While the circle was being held we had a little spot of rain. Not much, but encouraging. But later in the night as we were standing around talking shit and having a few drinks, down it came. Suddenly, everyone was happy. In most places, the rain would spoil your night but not here. Some wimps when in under cover while the rest of us stayed there to get wet. Thanks to Sperm, TCL and family for hosting the ride. And thanks heaps to whoever arranged the rain. DATE: Saturday 1st December 2007 LOCATION: Tourist Bureau Hill HARE: Steel Shaft/Tungsten Tits The Four Hundredth Ride. We finally made it. It was back on the 24th April 1992 that some of us first came to the conclusion that running is boring. However, as cycling is fun, we were able to carry on the great Hash House Harriers traditions in a slightly modified and more fun way. When you ride only once in a fortnite, it can take a while to rack up 400 rides. It took us more than 15 years. There were only two of the originals at this ride, but there were a number of us that had done more than half of the four hundred. Even though some of the regulars were missing from the ride, there were some surprise returned hashers including Biggus Dickus, Jenny Talia and Expelair. The start of the ride was at the tourist bureau. There were only about two and a half million flys around, but there numbers were to increase. Was it to do with climate change, global warming or was it just that mountain hashers smell really bad. Before the ride got underway, Longhorn took a few photos of the group and these will be on the site just as soon as I recieve them in an email. Off we went along the middle track toward the drive-in, to find a tee mark. Well, I figured the ride would be terminating at the tee-shirt factory and they wouldn't just go straight there, so I headed right. I found myself almost alone, as most riders had figured I'd be on a false trail. It wasn't, but I did find a false trail up the hill next to the hidden valley. On we went to the break in the water pipe and a change of direction back toward the industrial area. Another couple of kilometers with no more false trails and there we were at the hash halt. The only one for the ride. All two and a half million flys from the start had turned up at the hash halt but each one had brought ten of his mates. Check out the photos from Longhorn. Oh! forgot. There aren't any. So we stood around talking shit and drinking piss. When all of a sudden, nothing happened. Eventually we all rode back to the hill, where we started. The sun went down. The flies pissed off. (Where do they really go?) A circle was called. The hare was honoured as were the returned riders. I told a joke. (Not a very good one.) Then the food came out and so did the Tee-shirts. That will be something to wear to interhash. Thank you to Tungsten Tits and Steel Shaft for organising and setting the 400th ride and for the great food. And thanks to all that had anything to do with organising and printing the shirts. DATE: Saturday 3rd November 2007 LOCATION: Kestral Way HARE: Longhorn It was Arfuq's retirement ride. Arfuq, that energetic young bloke we all know is now offically an old fart. Now all he has to look forward to is sitting in his rocking chair, listening to Vera Lyn records and sipping on his sherry. The theme was grey hair and walking stick and there were a few good examples of this to be seen. Wind breaker turned up decked out in you traditional golfing outfit. Cockbreath was a blonde. Wet dreams chose an Elvira look. Tinitis painted his hair for the occassion and Longhorn opted for the "Scary mask". The ride got off to a slow start as befitted the occasion with a short ride to Arfuqs place. We were invited in to have tea and scones, complete with jam and cream. Terribly civilised of Arfuq. The next stop had us chowing down on egg salad and chook legs. Then it was on on to Sperm's place where we had cucumber sandwiches and some white port. Most of us were starting to sprout real grey hairs after all this pensioner food. Then it was on home to Longy's place. A circle ensued and then the food. But the suprise was a second circle later on, complete with ice. Thanks Longhorn and everybody else involved in making the night a success. Arfuq. Goodluck for your future and we all hope you find plenty to keep you occupied during your retirement. DATE: Saturday 20th October 2007 LOCATION: Can't remember HARE: Tie Dye Lucky we have such a thing as "Word of Mouth", otherwise we would have turned up at Monitor's place, which is what I had on this website. In one of those extemely rare occasions, I got it wrong. So, when I arrived at Tie Dyes place, I got to feast on a pretty big slice of humble pie. The numbers are finally increasing. It was good to see a healthy turn-out. The ride was OK too. We headed from Tie Dyes place back toward the hill behind Baynton. Then around behind the hill to a Tee mark. I, of course, headed off on the false trail, knowing full well it had to be a false trail. Longhorn, having great faith in my trail finding abilities, followed me up the false trail. I eventually caught up to the pack and we headed for the hil behind the hill behind Baynton. There was a circle on the other side so off I went on another false trail up the hill. After finding the marker I of course did the right thing and laid low until I got some more in. Heading back down the hill, I noticed Shrek and Longhorn had been taken in, as I trailed the main group, moving off into the distance. The Hash Halt was found at a culvert under Madigan road. The flies had come out in force to welcome the mountain hashers to the culvert, so Seaman Stains suggested moving to the other side of the culvert. This turned out to be the next hash halt, therefore spoiling the rest of Tie Dyes ride. So, it was on home from there. The circle was called at which great shame was thrust upon me for stuffing up the location. Tie Dye got his for a shit ride. Curry and rice was served after the circle which went down well. The food, not the circle. Thank you to Tie Dye and to Rennae and family for putting up with us. DATE: Saturday 6th October 2007 LOCATION: Radley Drive HARE: Clunk Another fairly small turnout. Where are the rest of you bastards? Clunk spent a fair bit of time on this one. Writing addresses in those envelopes isn't easy. An envelope was drawn and we were off to Tinitus's place, the quickest way we could. On arrival, Animal directed us to the dinghy, in which we found the container of something resembling a sangria. It wasn't bad actually. So I had another. The next on on was to my place. So, off we went. Drinks at my place consisted of the passion pop not consumed at my last ride. It was dark by then, and as we all know, Mountain Hashers are scared of the dark, so it was on home to Clunk's place. A circle was formed, as it has a habit of doing. Luckily Steel Shaft was in control so this circle was short and to the point. Somebody got named and of course I can't remember his name. All I know is that it wasn't "Middle Finger". The Grand Handlebar turned up late. Snags were cooked and eaten and much beer was consumed. Thank you to Clunk and Brooke for your hospitality. DATE: Saturday 22nd September 2007 LOCATION: McRae Court HARE: Jus Fugly Sometimes; Once in a lifetime, if you're lucky. There comes a ride above all rides. A ride that would be talked about in hushed tones. This was such a ride. Those that were on it will brag about it for years to come. Those that were not there will lie to people and say that they were there. This ride was sculpted from the finest flour crushed and refined from the finest grain. There we were ready to go when Clunk and Cyril decided to go to Cyril's place for a bit of the ole tyre pumping. Eventually as darkness fell, we got under way. The best false trail of the ride was missed completely by everyone. But there were many a false trail to be had, and had them they did. Eventually the trail ended just outside Monitor's place, but was quickly adjourned to Clunk's place, where we were joined by Seaman Stains. A quick beer each and it was on home. A small circle was held. Well it's hard to have a big circle with only seven people. I think all were down downed including myself to congratulate me for the superb job in setting such an extraordinary ride. DATE: Saturday 25th August 2007 LOCATION: Sperm's Place and Pearlers HARE: Sperm/Longhorn We turned up at Sperm's place. Have you ever seen us turn down at Sperm's place. Special guest and returned hasher for the night was none other than Cock Breath. Cock Breath had returned to Karratha to introduce us to his lady, just before getting married to her. The ride consisted of a ride from Sperm's place to Pearlers. No marks. No false trails. And, as far as we know, nobody got lost. To make it easier on the restaurant guests, we held the circle before we left. This all probably had the new hashers wondering, "What was the point of all these mountain bikes?" There was much dinner and much piss on into the night till the party broke up. At which point we tried gluing it back together again. Thanks to Sperm for allowing us to occupy his place at the beginning of the night and thanks to Longhorn for organising the tasty, (but strange) food. Congratulations to Cockbreath and his lady. We hope their years together are happy ones. On On DATE: Saturday 30th June 2007 LOCATION: McRae Court HARE: Jus Fugly How about that. I set the ride. So, do you think I'm going to say what a shit ride it was? No bloody way. It was the ride of the year. They'll talk about it for years to come. People who couldn't make it will swear they were there, so they don't feel left out. Yes. I know only three people made it to the final hash halt. I couldn't sweep. My bike was stuffed. So, that's all I saw of the ride, siting at the hash halt watching a mountain bike DVD on the car player. I phoned Monitor to see what was going on and found him in Baynton with Clunk at a building site, drinking piss. "I followed the trail up the hill, but couldn't find any marks at the top", which was interesting because there was no trail at all toward or up the hill. Eventually, we figured nobody else was comming so we went on home. DATE: Saturday 16th June 2007 LOCATION: Kestral Way HARE: Longhorn This ride attracted another visiting hasher. Morphine, a man of infinite jest and excellent fancy. Well; A bloke who told jokes and drank beer. Same thing. We also had a new rider. The first part of the ride was from Longhorn's place to the back beach for the first piss stop. No mucking around. Straight into the piss. Then, after being suitably inebriated and the sun had gone down, we set off in the dark on the real trail. We spotted the first of the flour, guiding us along the back beach, then back inland to "the hill". You know the one. It's steep. It can't be ridden up or down and it sits at the edge of the salt flats and Longhorn has been setting trails over it for the last twenty years. Next, the trail headed toward Longhorn's Lookout but turned down the road to the LIA. I should have gone with my first instinct and headed around the front of Longhorn's Lookout but I followed the trail instead. When I saw the Tee. with one side pointing to the back of Longhorn's, I though, "Bugger! The rear side of Lonhorn's Lookout in the dark." Off I went, carrying my reputation for following false trails and the new bloke right behind me. Its not an easy ride, up the back of Longhorn's Lookout in the dark. I don't recommend it. When I made it to the top, there was Longhorn, Sperm and Arfuq waiting and consuming most of the bubbly. Gradualy through the night we spotted the rest of the pack making their way up the trail towards us. For those without lights, all I can say is, "You bloody idiot." From there it was on home. Most of us had left to head home, when I noticed Morphine had no lights, so i was going to follow him down the hill, lighting the way. But Morphine said, "I could run down this hill quicker than you blokes could ride it." So, off I went down the hill, expecting Morphine to shoot past me at any time carrying his bike. Funny, I didn't see him. Back at on home, a circle had just been called, when a bunch of golfers turned up, riding kids bikes. Monitor, Seaman Stains, Gonzo and some other bloke rocked up totally blotto from a day of trying to get small white balls into obscure holes with inadequate weapons. Of course all four had a down down. Longhorn got one for the ride. The new bloke for falling off and drawing blood. Sperm got one for Dylan falling off his bike and dislocating his shoulder. Like father like son. After the circle the food came out. Longhorn treated us to make your own spring rolls. Bloody nice, But you had to have your mouth ready for the spicy onslaught. I finished up having three. They were great. Thank you to TCL for assisting in the food preparation. Thank you to Longhorn and Arfuq for hosting the ride and thanks for the great food. DATE: Saturday 2nd June 2007 LOCATION: Radley Street HARE: Clunk A very good turn up for this one. That will hopefully squash the rumours of Mountain Hash comming to an end, folding up and calling it a day. Just in case though, if you haven't been for a while and you want to go one last time, come to the next ride. We might also put an end to the rumours of a corporate take-over by newscorp. I know they've been eying this prize for a while. I suggest holding on to your shares for a while. This battle could be a beauty. There was a visiting hasher from afar. Well Mandurah is far. Steam Shoes was visiting us. Sperm was still not riding. But he's back to driving his own car. Clunk made me feel more welcome by pointing out the Becks in the bottom of the esky. Off we went on the ride. At the beginning of the ride I overheard the comment,"Don't follow fugly, he'll take all the false trails." So, after about four checks, I finally found a false trail out between the hills. I rode back from the false trail to find most of the pack heading down beside the caravan park. I followed for a while, but realised there wasn't actually any trail, so I headed back to the last check to find the trail leading back toward the hills with a dog leg toward Monitor's palacial digs. Then toward the airport again. I again found myself alone and yelling On On as loud as I could, I managed to pick the correct Trail all the way to the piss stop, where there was much cheap bubbly and lollypops to be had. The curse is broken. No more false trails for this bloke. It was on home from there. As it was Clunks Place we had a sit down circle, the likes of which has only been seen once before. Last time we were at Clunks Place. Clunk of course had to answer for the shit ride. Then the rest of us had several down downs as the circle went on in to the night. Thanks Clunk for a well set ride. Plenty of false trails which managed to keep most of the pack confused. Thanks for hosting the ride and thank you Brooke for putting up with us. DATE: Saturday 17th February 2007 LOCATION: Ridley Street HARE: Sperm There was already a good turn-up by the time I arrived at Sperm's place. People were still making comments about somebody called Windcheater, but I've searched through this page and can't find what they were talking about. After enough time for a couple of beers, we set off on our ride. We headed up along Millstream road and on to the dirt road. A circle gave us the choice of left, right and straight ahead. I chose left, so, of course nobody followed me. After a really nice ride along the side of the creek for about 1 kilomer or so, I found the false trail marker. So, I thought, "Bugger going back". I looked up toward Longhorn's lookout and spotted the main goup heading toeards it. So I joined them. Up we went to the piss stop on the top. After the stop, it was on down the hill again, but I had my own ideas. I thought of a really good shortcut and headed down Longhorn's Lookout in the other direction. That turned out to be another sill idea. The ride ended up on the top of the hill in the distance accross the mud flat. So, I was last to the stop by a long way. The entire return journey was against the wind and probably took longer than the ride. The circle was eventful, with Sperm down downing for a shit ride, two new riders, a new bike and me drinking out of a shoe. But of course the best was for Sperm's skydive, which came under, 'Done anything stupid lately?' We also got to see the video. Thands again Sperm, TCL and family for a great ride and a great night. DATE: Saturday 13th January 2007 LOCATION: Coolibah way HARE: Reamer/Gypsy I had just managed to pack my parachute, with great difficulty, with Molasses and Cyril standing by laughing. I threw my gear into the car and headed for Reamer and Gypsy's place. As there place came in to view I thought, "That fountain has been added since I was last here." Steel Shaft had run over the water meter and caused a monster of a leak, squirting about 3m into the air. The kids down the road thought it was great. We had a good turn up, which is unusual for a ride set in Wickham. Eventually Reamer got his shit together and the ride was under way. It was a well set ride, with a lot of false trails, confusing us from the very beginning. Eventually the pack was heading toward the Wickham Primary School and then on a round Wickham, clockwise sort of direction. At the base of the water tank hill, I managed to take all of the false trails before getting on to the correct one up to the water tanks. That's where we had a Hash Halt, with Dave turning up with an esky full of piss in the boot. This gave us a perfect view of the last two skydivers of the day landing at the drop zone. It was On Home from there, with a choice of straight down the real steep trail, or down the road. I started down the real steep trail but chickened out, as did WindBreaker. So, we went back and went by road. Back at On Home, a circle occured with much ducking and weaving and deferring of down downs, because most people were driving back to Karratha. I stayed the night so I didn't give a shit. After the circle there was much food and drinking and eventually excuses for leaving early. Thanks Reamer and Gypsy for a great ride and a beaut night. DATE: Saturday 30th December 2006 LOCATION: Radley Drive HARE: Clunk There was a good turn up at Clunk's place for Clunk's first hosted ride. He even invited some non hashers over to keep a good balance. The ride got off to a good start as we headed for the BMX track carpark and the first of the marks. A circle. Wind Breaker headed right and so did I. But I think my reputation as a false trail finder was too much for most of the riders, so they all headed elsewhere. A well marked track took us seemingly in a direct line toward Monitor's place. At least that's what we were thinking, but the trail headed on past till we came to a sharp right into the new part of Baynton. I was shouting On On as loud as I could, but I think Windbreaker was the only hasher to here it. After following the right lines in and out of vacant blocks for a while, we found another circle and a nice little drop off to ride the bike off. But, finally there was the hash halt, at a container on a vacant block, behind a pile of bricks destined to be Clunk's house. Inside the esky were plastic champagne glasses, passion pop and those party blower things that I can't think of the name of at the moment. You know the ones. So, Wind Breaker and I sat and waited for the rest of them to get there. Out came the passion pop and Tinitus's world record attempt at blowing more party blower things than anyone else. Then it was On Home. A nice short ride, as you do in Summer. We headed back to Clunk's place after all the passion pop had been consumed. Much drinking and debauchery ensued. Well, we had a few beers anyway. Then the circle was called and as we were too lazy to get up, we held a sitting circle around the table. At least you couldn't get in trouble for sitting ion the circle. Much down downing occured including one for Felcha for being a returned rider. Clunk had multiple down downs for many things. Thank you Clunk for an original ride and for a great night. CHEERS! DATE: Saturday 2nd December 2006 LOCATION: Haldane Court HARE: Monitor There was a party on at Monitor's place and we were invited. We arrived at Monitor's place to find a band setting up. Now, I don't remember seeing a band at a hash night before. Except maybe at Pearlers in the old days. Monitor went and got his bike out for this one and promptly gave it to somebody else for the ride. Flour marks were duely explained and off we went, in the direction of the BMX track. There was a two way. I chose left and was quickly joined by Nylex, but few others as my reputation a false trail follower was widespread. There were a lot of false trails in this ride but I only managed to find two. Idiots! ya should have followed me. Eventually we figured this ride was going all the way to the LIA and we still hadn't had a piss stop. A sudden change of direction led us back to a small hidden valley about 1km from the switchyard. That's where we met Sperm and Wet Dreams who had ignored a flase trail marker to knock several kilometers off their ride. An insulated drink bottle hidden carefully in the grass dispensed a reasonable attempt at sangria, which went down well after such a long time without a drink. After that it was On Home. When we got there the band was cranking out the songs. All good older stuff that we could sing along with. Sperm called the circle, but couldn't locate the funnel. So Monitor said, "Will a digeridoo?" Sperm replied mmm-mmm-maybe it'll hafta. So it was down downs with a digeridoo. I don't recommend it. Eventually the circle ended and off we went to party with the non-hashers. A great night was had by all. Thanks Monitor and family for having us over and for a beaut ride.
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