Hell Off The West Tri, QLD AUS

Silence then a hoot, Let’s give it a fair old boot, Not to be a brute, But keep your face away from my foot

Route three laps of the duck pond, Time to hammer & abscond, But getting a bit of trouble, From this bloke on my hip bubble, So I offer swift rebuttal, And chop him into the buoy

Swim over & out With a few fellahs about, I normally got a bit more clout But whatever, was a good blowout, We’ll have to see how these blokes go, Over the next run/bike/run combo Shoes on, 3.2km to the bikes, And yikes. The legs feel like chop suey

Slow through the changeover, Go to work the pedals like a drover, But I reach the front, And firmly apply some grunt, Chance bit of rain, Was like an advert for McCain, But now them legs all gooey

Riding out west, She’s a bloody good test, The roads ain’t the best, Gotta reach into the war chest, We’re on with the battle, Yeah mate there’s plenty o’ cattle, Fair bit of rattle, Take care of the wedding tackle

Got me sore in the saddle, And things now a little flooey

Chuck the Shiv on the rack, One last check over the back, A couple gels down the hatch, And a quick little cack, Got the time gap with a little handicap, But can’t call an early backslap, He’s coming at me quick, So I give it fair bit of stick, But I can give it a tick, With a comfortable margin back to Nic

Around the last corner, good crowd for a Sundy, Pass me a coke and I’ll add some some Bundy, First we did it at the Hundy, Now it’s job done out in Gundy!