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Great Alan! Enjoying your report! Keep it coming.
Amageza - "its not a race!"
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Excellent Alan :thumleft:. Yes I also only realised it was you that I was riding with ,only having met you on WD's before . Nice riding with you even if it was just a short while. And yes couldn't agree more the route was worse than my worst nightmare but not as bad as it was in my mind the night before . :imaposer:
Thanks for taking the time to give all the details , it makes for more permanent memories , as the riding was mostly a blur to me , there was just so much of it . :ricky:
Thanks for taking the time to give all the details , it makes for more permanent memories , as the riding was mostly a blur to me , there was just so much of it . :ricky:
BiG DoM
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Great RR Alan - good to have Husky's doing their thing :ricky: Would love to have ridden it myself - who knows maybe next time. :
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Fiddled with Google Earth and my GPS tracks to try and get a view of the special stages.
Its quite nice to see the route laid out like that.
I started at 07:09 and finished 09:36 as far as I can tell from playing around with the play back thingy. Not too bad seeing as I just cruising :thumleft:
Its quite nice to see the route laid out like that.
I started at 07:09 and finished 09:36 as far as I can tell from playing around with the play back thingy. Not too bad seeing as I just cruising :thumleft:
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Now it is easy to C why myself and Darryl got lost where we crossed the route before that pass. When I almost hit Rynet head on I realised I was going the wrong way....
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BiG DoM said:Great RR Alan - good to have Husky's doing their thing :ricky: Would love to have ridden it myself - who knows maybe next time. :
I concur completely :3some:
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Remy said:
:imaposer:, ja, baie nuuskierig!
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awesome ride and fun,thanks for sharing :thumleft: :thumleft:
Like you said it's not a race,so many riders today just want to get from A to Z as quickly as possible in a normal ride and miss out on little things that make a trip and then some just like to go full taps for their enjoyment. :thumleft:
Like you said it's not a race,so many riders today just want to get from A to Z as quickly as possible in a normal ride and miss out on little things that make a trip and then some just like to go full taps for their enjoyment. :thumleft:
tau said:
Yes Pleco's KLR had broken on the first downhill , and we spent about half an hour there . Then Alex arrived and told me to leave so long and leave Pleco ( where he spent a further half hour in fixing it ( sparkplug ). Alex said he would escort me a small way as the paths crossed with the lead riders , and he wanted to make sure I don't take out the celebrities. :biggrin: It was awesome seeing you flying pass ( even if it was in the wrong direction and towards me ) and then later Darryl crossing my path a bit further down in the right direction. We were stationary at the time Darryl came past .I was ready to dive into the bushes, but we were at a safe place to cause no harm . When it was safe again , Alex waved me off in the right general direction . We were cautious as he knew you were coming . Alex and the marshalls were in constant touch with each other and knew who was where , which was reassuring .
Seeing you and Darryl I almost felt as excited as you do when you spot a lion or special animal in a national park, I was stoked to see how awesome you were in action :ricky: :ricky:
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Saturday Night and Sunday: Second Stage of the Amageza
I gave my bike a quick hose down in the Hotel parking lot. Took it back to the parc ferme and decided to replace my thin spare tube, that I had just put in on the side of the road, with a heavy duty tube that Herman kindly offered me.
Only after I was finished did I find out that the KTM pits would do that for you for free. Oh well, prefer working my own bike anyway, but it would have been nice to sit back and watch someone else toil .
I also oiled the chain and checked the air cleaner which was still fine.
Had a really nice long hot shower and then it was time for dinner again.
They were showing some photo's from the day's events on the screen and it was great to relive the action again. One poor guy on a HP2 had a nasty fall on those dips - hope he was OK. His fall was replayed repeatedly. Each time those watching let out of groans of sympathetic despair as he went down.
We were issued with the next day's road books and we marked them up like old hands.
I was in bed quite soon after that to try and alleviate the pain of the sparrow fart start - although we were starting half an hour later :thumleft:. As I lay there, I loaded the new GPS coords into my GPS and started idly scrolling through my road book - which promptly got snagged and tore!
Cursing, I crawled out of my sleeping bag and dug around for some sellotape to sort it out. For some reason the top roller was forcing the paper to the left and it was rubbing onto the side and eventually getting snagged up and tearing. I had tested the thing quite well in a number of rides before hand and it always scrolled without any issues then - go figure!
I should have unrolled the thing and re-aligned it all properly, but I was eager to try and get to sleep so I wouldn't be a complete zombie in the morning. So I just repaired the break.
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The next morning was the usual routine. I woke gently to the soothing harmonies of Thunderstruck which had me humming along in unison.
I started with Herman and a guy on a Dakar (we started in three's this time).
As usual Herman soon raced ahead and I was left cruising behind. I was quite happy with that because I still wasn't in chase mode. I could see the road book this time and was looking forward to the ride.
On the way there, my GPS started losing power from the bike, switching to battery and then back again. At first it did it only once, but then again, after a while it was doing it every few seconds. I groped around checking all the connections as I rode trying to find the problem. Everything seemed fine, but it definitely was losing power from the bike virtually over every bump towards the end.
One of the problems with the eTrex is that it switches off due to vibration, usually more so when you are running on batteries than USB power - but it does it on both modes on a bad day. It wasnt yet switching off completely because the batteries were taking over when the USB power connection was lost, but it wasn't a good sign.
The day before it was well behaved (no idea why) but today it looked like it was going be an issue again. I resolved to have a quick squizz when we got to the start of the special.
I carried a spare Fortrex in my jacket pocket, in case of complete failure of the eTrex, but realised that I had forgotten to switch it off after yesterday's ride and the batteries must be flat by now. I had spares in my bag so I would change those out when I got there as well.
It was a much longer liaison this morning, on a tedious gravel road with lots of corrugations. These made my clutch lever loosen up to the point it started moving around on the bars which was irritating. I always set the mounts quite loose so that if you fall the levers and mirrors move rather than snap off, but its a fine line between loose enough and too loose.
The vibration was also playing hell with my bladder and I desperately needed a whiddle!
While I was fart arsing about with all this stuff I came very close to missing the turn-off to the start of the special! Luckily I looked up just as the turn appeared, and I dived down off the ridge that the main road ran along, onto the new track that lead to the start of the special stage.
The track through the special stage is shown in Google Earth below
I drew up at the start thinking about the stuff I needed to do, but was just waved through the moment I pulled up!
Virtually immediately I was going down a another long steep descent with lots of switch backs. I was still thinking about all the stuff I wanted to do, so I wasn't really concentrating on riding. I was trying to weigh up whether it was necessary to stop or just press on. In the end I thought it wasn't really necessary, unless things got worse.
While I was debating this internally, a Dakar and some other bike came whizzing past. For the first time I had the urge to chase.
But decided that I should catch them easily once we got to technical terrain, so there wasn't any need to take chances on the pass.
It was as well I did, because, a few corners further on they were both off. There was a nasty sharp turn at the end of a long straight section of the descent. The guy on the Dakar was standing next to his upside down bike very considerately waving to show me to slow down. They both gave me the thumbs up as I went past.
At the bottom of the descent we rode onto a long straight flat smooth gravel road, hardly technical at all.
Again I was riding alone, concentrating on the road book. I was doing about 120 on the long straight when a 990 came past at mach 1 and disappeared off into the distance!
The road book lead through a few turns and then onto a beautifully twisty smooth gravel road. You could see the leaders were having a ball because there were multiple power slide marks right through every corner :ricky:. In comparison I plodded along at 90 or less following the road book.
Another 990 blasted past, looking like pure poetry in motion as he swept though the curves.
I plodded on.
The road tightened up a bit and followed a fence, slightly rougher, but still very nice to ride on at speed. I started really enjoying flowing through it all.
Another 990 blasted past.
I decided immediately he came past to chase, and stuff the road book! Everyone else seemed to be having a ball while I was plodding along worrying about the stupid road book.
I never looked at it again till the end of the special :ricky:
We rode along a series of roads and turns that flew past in a blur. I think we caught a bike or two ahead as we went. He rode very well and it was great fun blasting along.
We ran into the back yard of a house that was obviously wrong and had to back track a bit.
Then we turned up a rise that had nice jumps every few hundred meters on it which I flew over with glee. The incline increased but the jumps persisted. The incline increased some more. We were now climbing in earnest. I decided to stop jumping the jumps because I was getting too close to the 990 on each landing, and the landings were getting increasingly gnarly.
The incline increased some more. There didn't seem to be any end to the incline or the jumps that just kept coming.
I started to get tired and started panting heavily.
But the great thing about the Husky is you just need to keep it balanced and pick a line and it will ride over the most impossible looking terrain. So I stopped playing around and just let the bike do the work while I sucked for oxygen. I clicked down a gear and let the bike chug its way up, which it does so well, and concentrated on choosing a decent line for it as we went.
We finally got to what at first seemed to be the top, but was only an intermeadiate flat section. I could see there was another climb ahead. I decided to take a quick break to catch my breath. I knew from painful experience that I'm very prone to silly falls when gasping for breath and it was far better just to take a few seconds to get my breathing to normal than carry on and crash (need to get fitter). I also needed a pee very desperately.
A few bikes went past as I sorted myself out.
When I got going again, the guy on the Dakar and a few other bikes came past and I slotted in behind them. I was amazed at the way they manhandled those heavy bikes up that very nasty climbl!
But when I could, I slipped past and carried on with the climb on my own. Pretty soon I was back into the same mode of sucking for oxygen while letting the bike chug along over the periodic jumps, boulders, loose rocks, ruts, slippery turns, you name it, while concentrating on making fast decisions about the line to take. It carried on for some time.
I finally reached the top.
I was thoroughly enjoying myself!
(to be continued)
I gave my bike a quick hose down in the Hotel parking lot. Took it back to the parc ferme and decided to replace my thin spare tube, that I had just put in on the side of the road, with a heavy duty tube that Herman kindly offered me.
Only after I was finished did I find out that the KTM pits would do that for you for free
. Oh well, prefer working my own bike anyway, but it would have been nice to sit back and watch someone else toil .I also oiled the chain and checked the air cleaner which was still fine.
Had a really nice long hot shower and then it was time for dinner again.
They were showing some photo's from the day's events on the screen and it was great to relive the action again. One poor guy on a HP2 had a nasty fall on those dips - hope he was OK. His fall was replayed repeatedly. Each time those watching let out of groans of sympathetic despair as he went down.
We were issued with the next day's road books and we marked them up like old hands.
I was in bed quite soon after that to try and alleviate the pain of the sparrow fart start - although we were starting half an hour later :thumleft:. As I lay there, I loaded the new GPS coords into my GPS and started idly scrolling through my road book - which promptly got snagged and tore!
Cursing, I crawled out of my sleeping bag and dug around for some sellotape to sort it out. For some reason the top roller was forcing the paper to the left and it was rubbing onto the side and eventually getting snagged up and tearing. I had tested the thing quite well in a number of rides before hand and it always scrolled without any issues then - go figure!
I should have unrolled the thing and re-aligned it all properly, but I was eager to try and get to sleep so I wouldn't be a complete zombie in the morning. So I just repaired the break.
_____________________________________
The next morning was the usual routine. I woke gently to the soothing harmonies of Thunderstruck which had me humming along in unison.
I started with Herman and a guy on a Dakar (we started in three's this time).
As usual Herman soon raced ahead and I was left cruising behind. I was quite happy with that because I still wasn't in chase mode. I could see the road book this time and was looking forward to the ride.
On the way there, my GPS started losing power from the bike, switching to battery and then back again. At first it did it only once, but then again, after a while it was doing it every few seconds. I groped around checking all the connections as I rode trying to find the problem. Everything seemed fine, but it definitely was losing power from the bike virtually over every bump towards the end.
One of the problems with the eTrex is that it switches off due to vibration, usually more so when you are running on batteries than USB power - but it does it on both modes on a bad day. It wasnt yet switching off completely because the batteries were taking over when the USB power connection was lost, but it wasn't a good sign.
The day before it was well behaved (no idea why) but today it looked like it was going be an issue again. I resolved to have a quick squizz when we got to the start of the special.
I carried a spare Fortrex in my jacket pocket, in case of complete failure of the eTrex, but realised that I had forgotten to switch it off after yesterday's ride and the batteries must be flat by now. I had spares in my bag so I would change those out when I got there as well.
It was a much longer liaison this morning, on a tedious gravel road with lots of corrugations. These made my clutch lever loosen up to the point it started moving around on the bars which was irritating. I always set the mounts quite loose so that if you fall the levers and mirrors move rather than snap off, but its a fine line between loose enough and too loose.
The vibration was also playing hell with my bladder and I desperately needed a whiddle!
While I was fart arsing about with all this stuff I came very close to missing the turn-off to the start of the special! Luckily I looked up just as the turn appeared, and I dived down off the ridge that the main road ran along, onto the new track that lead to the start of the special stage.
The track through the special stage is shown in Google Earth below
I drew up at the start thinking about the stuff I needed to do, but was just waved through the moment I pulled up!
Virtually immediately I was going down a another long steep descent with lots of switch backs. I was still thinking about all the stuff I wanted to do, so I wasn't really concentrating on riding. I was trying to weigh up whether it was necessary to stop or just press on. In the end I thought it wasn't really necessary, unless things got worse.
While I was debating this internally, a Dakar and some other bike came whizzing past. For the first time I had the urge to chase.
But decided that I should catch them easily once we got to technical terrain, so there wasn't any need to take chances on the pass.
It was as well I did, because, a few corners further on they were both off. There was a nasty sharp turn at the end of a long straight section of the descent. The guy on the Dakar was standing next to his upside down bike very considerately waving to show me to slow down. They both gave me the thumbs up as I went past.
At the bottom of the descent we rode onto a long straight flat smooth gravel road, hardly technical at all.
Again I was riding alone, concentrating on the road book. I was doing about 120 on the long straight when a 990 came past at mach 1 and disappeared off into the distance!
The road book lead through a few turns and then onto a beautifully twisty smooth gravel road. You could see the leaders were having a ball because there were multiple power slide marks right through every corner :ricky:. In comparison I plodded along at 90 or less following the road book.
Another 990 blasted past, looking like pure poetry in motion as he swept though the curves.
I plodded on.
The road tightened up a bit and followed a fence, slightly rougher, but still very nice to ride on at speed. I started really enjoying flowing through it all.
Another 990 blasted past.
I decided immediately he came past to chase, and stuff the road book! Everyone else seemed to be having a ball while I was plodding along worrying about the stupid road book.
I never looked at it again till the end of the special :ricky:
We rode along a series of roads and turns that flew past in a blur. I think we caught a bike or two ahead as we went. He rode very well and it was great fun blasting along.
We ran into the back yard of a house that was obviously wrong and had to back track a bit.
Then we turned up a rise that had nice jumps every few hundred meters on it which I flew over with glee. The incline increased but the jumps persisted. The incline increased some more. We were now climbing in earnest. I decided to stop jumping the jumps because I was getting too close to the 990 on each landing, and the landings were getting increasingly gnarly.
The incline increased some more. There didn't seem to be any end to the incline or the jumps that just kept coming.
I started to get tired and started panting heavily.
But the great thing about the Husky is you just need to keep it balanced and pick a line and it will ride over the most impossible looking terrain. So I stopped playing around and just let the bike do the work while I sucked for oxygen. I clicked down a gear and let the bike chug its way up, which it does so well, and concentrated on choosing a decent line for it as we went.
We finally got to what at first seemed to be the top, but was only an intermeadiate flat section. I could see there was another climb ahead. I decided to take a quick break to catch my breath. I knew from painful experience that I'm very prone to silly falls when gasping for breath and it was far better just to take a few seconds to get my breathing to normal than carry on and crash (need to get fitter). I also needed a pee very desperately.
A few bikes went past as I sorted myself out.
When I got going again, the guy on the Dakar and a few other bikes came past and I slotted in behind them. I was amazed at the way they manhandled those heavy bikes up that very nasty climbl!
But when I could, I slipped past and carried on with the climb on my own. Pretty soon I was back into the same mode of sucking for oxygen while letting the bike chug along over the periodic jumps, boulders, loose rocks, ruts, slippery turns, you name it, while concentrating on making fast decisions about the line to take. It carried on for some time.
I finally reached the top.
I was thoroughly enjoying myself!
(to be continued)
Crossed-up
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Great report, Alan. I've been enjoying it immensely. Thanks!
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Sunday: Second Stage of the Amageza (cont'd)
At the top of the very long climb I took it easy for a few k's to get my breathing back to normal and just followed the tracks - not bothering with the road book. This lead to me following a group ahead that took a wrong turn and were huddled in a group discussing things. There were one or two 990's there. I wasnt sure if the one I had been following was there (they all look the same to me :biggrin. I stopped next to them just as they decided they were in the wrong spot.
Anyway we all turned around and headed back down the path I had just come along. On the way along we met some of the other guys on the heavier 650's which had in the meantime made it up the long climb. So it was quite a procession that finally found the correct gate, and through it we all filed, following a feint jeep track along the edge of the escarpment.
This section, from there all the way to the end of the stage turned out to be my favourite of the whole two days. :ricky:
I was having a blast.
The bike was handling superbly, and the terrain was exactly the sort I love best - fast flowing single track with lots of twists and turns. It was quite stony with lots of tennis ball size rocks lying around as well bigger embedded rocks and some mud.
It was glorious! I chased along just enjoying throwing the bike around, following the tracks of the guys ahead which were very clear.
But there was one minor little obstacle still to get through :biggrin:
I came around a corner and saw a very rocky ridge with the track leading over it. It looked very steep. There was a crowd of people and a forlorn KLR and some other bike stuck on the steepest bit. Herman's bike was parked at the base and he was doing a sterling job with a strap trying to help one of the guy's drag his bike up.
I wanted a clear run at that sort of thing so I stopped far enough away to get a decent run up. I would have to wait while they cleared the stuck bikes.
It was clear the other guys were struggling. I thought I should maybe try and help, so I trudged up. By the time I clambered up the side, I was out of breath and the one guy had been dragged up already and the other was just at the point of getting over the crucial step, he had lots of help.
I had a quick chat with Herman who was performing miracles with his strap, and then trudged back to the bike. There was a group of guys behind me waiting their turn. One or two had already shot past while I was trudging back down to my bike.
I had to wait a bit for Herman to get through and then I got on and gunned it up the slope. Having seen the thing up close I could see that the best line was to start on the left where there was a nice big smooth inclined rock to get traction on but then you had drift right to avoid a nasty step just above that.
I was reasonably confident, mostly because I knew all I needed was a bit of momentum and to pick the line, the bike would do the rest. I could also trust that the trials tyre wouldnt slip at some awkward moment.
It went exactly to plan, even better, because the front wheel stayed in the air virtually the whole way over :ricky: I still was quite surprised :biggrin:
Made my day 8)
I parked next to BlueBull's bike at the top.
One of the photographers stuck a camera in my face and wanted some profound statement, but all I could do was chuckle. I think he was a bit disappointed in my lack of ability to grab some screen time, so don't think I'll be making the DVD
After a brief chat to Herman and BlueBull, and watching a few more bikes make it up successfully it was time to get going again.
It was more fast flowing jeep track and I absolutely loved riding it! We eventually rode over another ridge and down a hill with the most wonderful series of jumps, one of which was much larger than the rest, which I hit quite fast and flew quite far - it was bliss - only when I was in the air did I notice that I was going to overshoot my chosen landing spot and land in amongst some rocks - but the bike just soaked it up smoothely :ricky:
By the time we got to the bottom I had past another one of those dreaded 990's :biggrin:, but then the road seemed to run dead into a house. The owner pointed us onto the right path and the little procession of bikes reversed order and I was now at the back.
About half a kilometer further the stage ended.
I almost made a complete *** of myself by dropping the bike right under the Monster arch on the smooth grass on the turn just before, but I didnt and thankfully nobody noticed. :thumleft:
(to be continued)
At the top of the very long climb I took it easy for a few k's to get my breathing back to normal and just followed the tracks - not bothering with the road book. This lead to me following a group ahead that took a wrong turn and were huddled in a group discussing things. There were one or two 990's there. I wasnt sure if the one I had been following was there (they all look the same to me :biggrin
. I stopped next to them just as they decided they were in the wrong spot.Anyway we all turned around and headed back down the path I had just come along. On the way along we met some of the other guys on the heavier 650's which had in the meantime made it up the long climb. So it was quite a procession that finally found the correct gate, and through it we all filed, following a feint jeep track along the edge of the escarpment.
This section, from there all the way to the end of the stage turned out to be my favourite of the whole two days. :ricky:
I was having a blast.
The bike was handling superbly, and the terrain was exactly the sort I love best - fast flowing single track with lots of twists and turns. It was quite stony with lots of tennis ball size rocks lying around as well bigger embedded rocks and some mud.
It was glorious! I chased along just enjoying throwing the bike around, following the tracks of the guys ahead which were very clear.
But there was one minor little obstacle still to get through :biggrin:
I came around a corner and saw a very rocky ridge with the track leading over it. It looked very steep. There was a crowd of people and a forlorn KLR and some other bike stuck on the steepest bit. Herman's bike was parked at the base and he was doing a sterling job with a strap trying to help one of the guy's drag his bike up.
I wanted a clear run at that sort of thing so I stopped far enough away to get a decent run up. I would have to wait while they cleared the stuck bikes.
It was clear the other guys were struggling. I thought I should maybe try and help, so I trudged up. By the time I clambered up the side, I was out of breath and the one guy had been dragged up already and the other was just at the point of getting over the crucial step, he had lots of help.
I had a quick chat with Herman who was performing miracles with his strap, and then trudged back to the bike. There was a group of guys behind me waiting their turn. One or two had already shot past while I was trudging back down to my bike.
I had to wait a bit for Herman to get through and then I got on and gunned it up the slope. Having seen the thing up close I could see that the best line was to start on the left where there was a nice big smooth inclined rock to get traction on but then you had drift right to avoid a nasty step just above that.
I was reasonably confident, mostly because I knew all I needed was a bit of momentum and to pick the line, the bike would do the rest. I could also trust that the trials tyre wouldnt slip at some awkward moment.
It went exactly to plan, even better, because the front wheel stayed in the air virtually the whole way over :ricky: I still was quite surprised :biggrin:
Made my day 8)
I parked next to BlueBull's bike at the top.
One of the photographers stuck a camera in my face and wanted some profound statement, but all I could do was chuckle. I think he was a bit disappointed in my lack of ability to grab some screen time, so don't think I'll be making the DVD
After a brief chat to Herman and BlueBull, and watching a few more bikes make it up successfully it was time to get going again.
It was more fast flowing jeep track and I absolutely loved riding it! We eventually rode over another ridge and down a hill with the most wonderful series of jumps, one of which was much larger than the rest, which I hit quite fast and flew quite far - it was bliss - only when I was in the air did I notice that I was going to overshoot my chosen landing spot and land in amongst some rocks - but the bike just soaked it up smoothely :ricky:
By the time we got to the bottom I had past another one of those dreaded 990's :biggrin:, but then the road seemed to run dead into a house. The owner pointed us onto the right path and the little procession of bikes reversed order and I was now at the back.
About half a kilometer further the stage ended.
I almost made a complete *** of myself by dropping the bike right under the Monster arch on the smooth grass on the turn just before, but I didnt and thankfully nobody noticed. :thumleft:
(to be continued)
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You sure it was'nt; "Go away, Huskie, go away!"? eepwall: ot:............................. :imaposer:
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Really good reading... waiting for the rest! ;D
Excellent writing Alan, you made me smile a few times. I must have been close to you and that guy who was talking about having an LED to read the road book, and I remember seeing the whites of a few people eyes (including yours) after they realized they would not be able to see it!
Well done on a great performance, you did much better than me on that second day!
Well done on a great performance, you did much better than me on that second day!
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...nice report :thumleft:
