so off starts Alton the hammer...fisting his throttle with all the delicacy of a piano dropped from 10 stories, he made his front tyre to the opposite bank but could not get his rear up said embankment...so what is a grrrl to do one might ask...try dismount, and proceed to fling water some 15 feet high and nearly 20 feet long whilst carving out said hole even further...

which is to say, when I tried to traverse the path with the ease that was there before these two, I ended up depositing me nads against the tank when the front end dipped to a near vert drop and acsension...making it up the other side, I proceeded to look for the last laugh from the lads who were already aboard their scoots and scampering down the road not wanting to hear the quazi muted groans that bellowed forth...

last laugh indeed...

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