HARE : PINK PANTHER
CO-HARES : A. BANDIT JOE & PISS-STOP
One of the pre-run topics was McFoong’s fierce-looking seemingly hi-tech shoes. With his frequent travels abroad, Gostarn Joe got the impression that it was a hi-tech product from Japan and showed genuine interests. The secret was “That’s the best I could get, instead of the China Gold Harp studded shoes. Could’nt find the shop. I hope they will last this run,” confessed McFoong to Scribe.
Back from his travels, GM was for once on time to call “on on”. The crowd followed him up the opposite slope from the usual ascent points. “This place how to run,” half-queried Hi-lo who was trailing Scribe. A 5 minutes’ bash through secondary jungle brought runners to the terrace just above the road. Then it went down beside the said road and paper led to the Garden school where it went into forest behind. At the top of the ridge, on seeing paper going right, McFoong commented to Scribe, “Wah, sure go to Sg. Pencala. Long run-lah. For me I’m going left.” “This way very short-lah,” panted Farmcow close behind, showing disgust at the intended short-cutting.
About 15 minutes later, almost at the highest point of the ridge, Farmcow was about 30 yards behind. “Ooay, I thought you want to go all the way,” asked McFoong sarcastically. He was greeted with silence as Farmcow struggled upslope.
FROPs Hardwhore and Gold-prick flashed past and gave the usual rude comment about SCBs.
Paper went downhill towards the expected durian orchard valley. With the help of gravity, Farcow found sudden vigour and proudly overtook Scribe and partner. Just a few minutes ago, he could not even speak.
At the bottom of the valley, Joey caught up, chit-chatted with MC about golf and threw admiring glances at MC’s shoes, still thinking they were hi-tech.
Across the stream, paper went and up along a wide bulldozed track to the geese farm on the opposite ridge. Just before the farm, Hardcore Alan emerged from a track on the left, obviously an SCB. “Tired-lah, too much drinking the last few days,” was his excuse.
Out onto the tarmac road, the paper went and led towards the pylon and downhill for home. Scribe completed in an hour and a quarter. It was getting dark. It is wise not to set a long run at this time of the year, due to short daylight hours.
At the circle, GM made the usual announcements. Of note, was his comments that RA Messy had gone on leave due to personal reasons and not because of any conflict with members, as commonly perceived. Remember, Messy still has an organic farm in Kuala Pilah to take care of.
The tool of office was handed over to Mad Max and then to Kernel and then back to Max. This is what one would call “ping-pong” diplomacy.
Despite an additional 4 crates thrown in by the Hare, the beers finished by 10.00 p.m.
Vincent “Monster” Loke generously invited members to his pub “Hotlips” at Kuchai Lama, FOC, for the triple on-on. Only a few took up the offer. The problem was not getting there, but getting home, especially for those living at the opposite end of the Klang Valley. The festive season being around the corner, expect road-blocks to be set up to generate revenue.
Verdict:
Overall an average evening of fun. The run was just of the right length. As for the food, good curries. Thanks to the Hare.
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