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From: sasmjw@unx.sas.com (Martyn Wheeler)
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Subject: Right Coast Ride on a Spagthorpe (Part 3)
Summary: A good time was had by all

    At the end of Part 2, it was 3 o'clock and two groups of Denizens
who met on the road had arrived at the High Country Cycle Camp...

    It was definitely a *cycle* camp.  The main entrance was a trail
just wide enough for TheMoped, and there was a sign pointing off
indicating that should cars dare to want to enter, they should drive
through the gap in the hedge over there.  (Actually the sign just read
_Cars_ with an arrow, but it was clear what it meant.)
    Swane (who, as you recall, had been leading the little group on
his Springer Softail) and Amy (who had been setting the pace for the
rest of us :-) ) went down the trail, but I was not sure of the
Spagthorpe Wolfhound's ability to negotiate such a narrow space on
dirt and chose to follow the _Cars_ route.  It was fairly clear where
to go, because someone in a Ford Aerostar was manoeuvring slowly
through the gap.  Hilary (in the Geo Metro) and I followed it through.
    The van descended to the woods by the river, parking near what
would turn out to be the DoD Truck From Hell (tm).  The Geo parked
along side it, and I slipped the Spagthorpe between the two.  I
lowered the centrestand, and after the hydraulics had lifted the bike
sufficiently to be secure, switched off the engine.  By this time the
clutch of Denizens were oohing and aahing over Swane and Amy's
machines, and I'm not sure that anyone had even seen the Wolfhound
descend the hill and take up position on the far side of that
Aerostar.