Check Back Run # 1007, 8 July
from middle of
nowhere, Chonburi Motorway
Hare: Ian 'Ajarn Khee Mao' Slater as
recalled by Man called Horse
The light blue Vespa was parked
right where it was promised by the hare and his assistant co-hare. It was
that same spot made famous by Joy Lide some years ago, when she treated us
to some home cooked delicacies, served from the hood of her limo. Today was
to be different. Already as most of us prepared to leave the warm bed at
home, the warm mia noi, the warm coffee at the office... we had one of the
heavy downpours that are to be expected at this time of the year. Well after
the run, most of it with a slight drizzle, I thought about The Penguin who
said "the miracle isn't that I finished; the miracle is that I had the
courage to start".
At 17.29 the GM arrived and quickly
called for a circle up. Announced that he was probably not going to run -
probably because he was going for a shave and his usual shit in the green.
He was though pleased to see that the hare was using flour, which only two
weeks earlier, had caused the GM to be awarded an unexpected Hashshit. The
flour drops were however large and clear and no Hashit charge was called for
this Monday.
We went off down the usual stretch of
road but rather than turning right through the field and over the klong, the
flour took us left and towards the ring road. Fawlty Tower at this time
leading the pack. The track then turned right and onto the well known path
along the klong, that have been used for numerous runs; in either direction.
Weedeater checked out one side of the klong, No Meat the other. Once we hit
the bridge a long false trail left had the pack way up the wrong road -
until called back over the bridge and again along the klong. Love Canal's
younger brother (he claimed) and Love Canal's elder brother (claimed by Love
Canal) was right here sweeping at the end making sure we had everyone
onboard. The lead changed rapidly as the group of runners were caught by
'lost paper', check around or false trail.
Eventually we did however come to the
part we have so often been through. Expect from being held up by
construction work from the broken cement path, we were quickly down the
right side of the klong, the usual right and on to the on-in. Checks were at
the second part of the run very few and the pack was spread out over many
kilometers it seemed.
The FRB's arrived back at the Vespa in
55 minutes. To their surprise with no hare, no co-hare, no GM, no Hash-Cash
waiting. Not even the piss truck had arrived. As more arrived at the scene
there were rumours that it was not buffalo shit floating in the nearby rice
paddy but the back of the hare sticking up, kept down by heavy cement Nike
shoes. Someone had then kamoy'ed all the beer, leaving us with only
rainwater and sweat. Fortunately the yellow bird of H.E. the Grand Master
suddenly turned up, hare and co-hare safely inside... from there on things
went its usual way.
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