“Thks 4 a gr8 day got v pised up at the end fel off a few times on the way home bikes trailers n shit al ovr a motrist stoped was askn wher the othr ridr was r”

It started with Will popping his tyre and vive offering to give him a lift home to drop his bike off, then Vive loaning his own bike to Will, then the copious amounts of refreshing beverages at the Great Northern after our hard day during the tournament..

At the pub was Damon, Sarah, Ray and Pete, joined by myself, Will, Caff, Vive, RobB and Ryan. After some time it was agreed that it was indeed to be quite a big night, and many more jugs of crisp refreshing amber beverages were ordered. Ray and Pete soon took their leave, opting for some well deserved (needed?) beauty sleep, then Damon and Sarah some hours later.

The banter became more animated and the conversations from our table spilled over to other tables, victims of Will’s rambunctious charisma.. While Will was busy trying to get himself kicked out, I had plenty of time to sift through his wallet to find his Visa card, forge his signature and order a jug on him. Thanks Will! (Don’t feel sorry for him just yet, though)

After many Jugs, cigarettes, a few carefully placed Jaegermeisters (no, I paid for them) and many hours of laughs, it was finally closing time at the pub and Ryan, Vive, Will and I said goodbye to RobB and Caff. We went in search of the perfect Souvlaki and boy did we find it. To Brunswick St we go!

As we rode to Brunswick St, I looked behind and Vive and Will seemed to have stopped. Why? Will burst another tyre! That’s why.

We left Vive’s bike in my garage and I lent Will one of my old Polo bikes because poor Will had to ride to work the next day and his bike had a flat. Hmm. Okay. That little voice in the back of my head said something but did I listen to it? no..

Time was marching on and our beer soaked stomachs were craving meaty goodness so we continued our mission for Souvlakis. We Ordered and devoured the best tasting meal ever created. Will managed to miss his mouth and had a large glob of yoghurt tzatziki stuck to his beard, after we pointed it out to him he launched up and asked the nearest pedestrian “Do i have food on my face?” .. the reaction was amazing, A nice looking girl just tapped the side of his face (the side not covered in food), walked a little closer and gave him a kiss on his cheek! what luck! As the girl walked off, he said something about duty, being in love with the girl and he’ll see us later

And then he was gone, with my bike..

The ending may surprise nobody, but Will turned up the next day looking rather hungover, without my bike.. I asked “Where is my bike?” He gave me a hug and said “sorry” and looked like a puppy who just shat in your favourite shoes… Where is my bike? i repeated.. he lost it.. lost it somewhere in Fitzroy..

What did I learn from this?

Never tell Will he has anything on his face!