But our boy Grease saved the day and paid no never mind to the ill spawned son of a sewing machine. Grease is my go to main leader for the team and has a single mind when he is up there. Run fast, run straight and expects every one else to keep up, that's Grease. He never even looked side ways at the poker and drug the whole team past it at speed. I didn't even see the beastie until the quad was going past it. Huge black waddling spines of death! Wheweee... Lived to run another day.
This time of year we mostly run the team at night as it is pretty much dark when I get home. Plus temps don't start to drop till the sun sinks down.. But Don't worry north land, Friday the 5th calls for possible SNOW FLURRIES!! The dogs get to liking the night runs so much that when we do start to run in the daytime they are a bit freaked out and start to wonder if daylight savings has already started.
"beware the hobby that eats"
Ben Franklin
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