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
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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below going from left to right, row by row, to spyball
the verbiage and accompanying pics...