right then...the orange time on the window says 24hrs...and that is about what this ride felt like moments before we finally decided to head in for a cup of Gatorade...make that a gallon of Gatorade...and had the line inside been a might bit too long, I for one would have curled up like a baby in the ice machine behind FTJ...in short, I was sapped...

even though there were two of us just left at the end, it made for an interesting additional hour of ride time, as well as a rather good bit of snorting fun to end it all upon...

well done Flat Track Jack for not just the ride time, but pulling me arse out o the horse glue near the end...