Thur 28 August

Rock up to the club and bottletops is already at the bar. Racing hadn't been postponed yet, but was looking pretty likely. So the Dude tells me to go to the office if i feel like it, can always shoot from there back to the club quickly if required.

Racing never happened. Schweet, an off day and i was bricking it for the swell and wind too.

Get to the office and bossman tunes me I should go home and rest. He's been tuning the CEO that we have a national champion in our ranks, talk about stretching the truth. Thats all good and well, but would be nice if i was wanted somewhere.

Tomorrow is the last day, would be nice if we could clean up in at least one race. Then its party with a capital P.