So I may have been a bit off on the 3 day lead as our arch nemesis Captain Chaos and the rest of the Calamity Crew were hot on our asses and pulled into Darjeeling 17 hours behind us. Hot on their tails was the insane posse of the Dosa Boys who ran half the race with a tank of diesel in their mighty rickshaw, and let me tell you, diesel in a two stroke engine is real real bad but apparently it works like nitro as they are surely the only team that was able to pin the odometer at 80+ kilometers per hour. And still after spending 2 days in the repair shop they took 3rd, wicked man, totally unheard of.
We had a ripping good go at it last night sharing war stories and cracking wise about the limey's and the yank's all night long. And I'll tell you what, nothing burns the Captain's ass more than to have been whooped by "A bunch of fuckin' yanker baaastards."
Sorry El Captain maybe next year...
We are looking forward to meeting the other teams as they come rolling in. Pictures and posts to be coming in soon as the tea in Darjeeling has got the Raider Boys mellow and rested.
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YOU F@£*ING BUNCH OF YANKERS!!
The captain is home - this is the first of many comments to go on blogs - you guys were the only team worth loosing too-anybody else and i would have come home ashamed....hope your trip around Rajasthan goes well ...lets get this darjeeling dogs project under way - cant wait to hook up with you guys again ....ps sorry willy is such an asshole "Big bad will is sweet willi now!!!"
I didn't think anything could hurt more than being beat by the Germans, but where were they?! Nowhere to be seen!
Then gettin beat by Yanks...
Oh god.
The shame...
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