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Tom Lywood
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dangerouse downs - 29.01.2012

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raining all day, nearly at the top, now we are going backwards as fast and faster than we came up. Traveling back in time, cant see anything out the rear window; all the time in the world but we are faster to fast. we won't make the bottom perhaps we will roll over half way. Forester and truffle hunter hospitalized before they had started their day. Alfred comes to life , the journey , he pulls the big shinny black steering wheel around . Wheels make contact and around we go better now  than waiting until the speed is in charge , we hit fence and bounce off and that is it perched high up we have stopped. All okay. Doors opened on to a great day, inside we go to follow in other's footsteps.

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