nearing the end o the ride, FTJ furthest in the pic above, stands upon peg on top of the slickest of mud, appling throttle to bar and spins his way up the long powerline road...
John as well has a go following in close second pursuit, with smart form as well aboard the pegs...

when I finally stowed the camera, I now had to navigate the trenches dug by my two brethern, nevermind having to make volumetric haste towards my fast disappearing mates...it was a bloody good thing no one was around to catch image of me nearly going arse over elbow as the rear end came about at speed, heading me for a sizeable ditch and ensuing step off into another fish pond of sorts...I made it but just barely...lucky indeed...

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