Ja, what can I add to this RR? Jughead just about said it all.
The long version is that the non-dog (Tersuis Meyer, My boss) went on a hunting excusion and left his range finder at his cousins farm between Miller and Aberdeen.
That's what happens when you haven't got your manager around to manage you life.
Well the long and the short of this story is that the range finder had to be retrieved from said farmer, preferably by bike as it would be so much faster and cheaper than by car.
Henceforth we assembled the rescue party. All PE dogs were welcome but the better known ones went on some larney, namby pamsy farking indoor sleeping excursion at some station in the Karoo. As I'm house broken I will refrain from any name calling but one excuse was that "I've got time sharing in Port Alfred". I don't want to be to harsh on this individual, as he is hardly at home nowadays.
Well I had to go as I was manager in charge, Ters had to go as he left the friggin thing there to start with, Jughead just had to be there, He can assemble my Dakar faster than I can take it apart, Skipskop is a SKIPPER and knew where we were at all times and in which direction we were heading. And of we went.
Farking early, farking cold, who gives a shit , no woman folk!!!
And I'm not a racist.
Pics to follow.