(Ed. note: This is for more serious readers... seriasely...) What a ride! The Train was up spanking at 2:39am thinking he was running late, quickly fell asleep and was up spanking again at 4:00am. After packing up the car, he raced for Woodmead munching his jungle oats [train fuel], whilst driving at 170 km/h and spanking. After arriving at Woodmead, quickly got ready and rushed off to the start line to meet up with the Bobbie and Lani. We were cunted down, the shot sounded and we were off spanking. The Train quickly picked up the Lani and set the pace as a domestique should. The Trains pistons were feeling spanky, but had to put up a straight face [Mafias do not give up easy, they spank to the death]. Group E was spanking up the pace, I could see pieces of charcoal blowing out of the chimney, this meant the Train was in trouble, but still put up a straight face and concentrated on the job at hand [spanking the Lani]. While spanking one of the empty coal wagons...