From the edge of despair to Red Lion Pool Champ... all in one day

Three days of exposure to Reidy's unique sense of humour is enough to drive even the most sane man to madness and here Pete appears to be ready to jump. Seen here contemplating making that final leap I am pleased to report that having been wrestled from the precipice (not by us I might add as we were all standing cameras at the ready but by a passing resident of Carmel where the photo was taken, though after Pete had asked if he knew Clint Eastwood personally the aforementioned resident threatened to push Pete over the edge... well, i'm sure he's never been asked that one before) Pete then climaxed later in the day by winning the inpromptu Red Lion ex-Pats Pool Tournament held in the extremely seedy 'Harry's Bar' in Pismo beach.

The day prior to Pete's sudden death victory over Digger and Snail was as good as it gets. Riding along the very winding Pacific Coast Highway was a truly memorable experience and all were merry until the fish supper in Pismo. We seem resigned to the fact that we will spend two weeks in this blessed country eating nothing but s**t. Terry, I take back all I've ever said about your deep fat fryer.

The prospect of a long ride to San Diego on Wednesday (coupled with an earlier than usual early doors) meant that we were all retired by 10.30pm. What a bunch of lightweights.