After many adventures, a lot of wrong
clues, and some beautiful countryside, we hit the city
limits with about 45 minutes to go.
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When we arrive at Davids's for the
party, we discover that we calcualted our mileage wrong
and were fifteen minutes late. Don and Mike share a laugh
about that. Very funny, Don.
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Meanwhile, wives, dates, and friends
chat in the shade of David and Mary's beautiful
garden.
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Cold beer, good friends, and the
confident knowledge that we were superb navigators
despite what the (mainly male) drivers thought cheer us
on.
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The results are announced - the crowd
boos the judges' decisions, as they do every
year.
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Casey, last year's winner, stands with
Michael to discuss why Robin's clues were extremely
biased toward the Brits. Hmmm, well, we can only hope
that they can keep inviting us for more torture from the
British Sporting Club!!
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Thanks, guys - great fun as always!!