A Three Hour Tour, A Three Hour Tour . . . . .

After many adventures, a lot of wrong clues, and some beautiful countryside, we hit the city limits with about 45 minutes to go.
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.
Meanwhile, wives, dates, and friends chat in the shade of David and Mary's beautiful garden.
Cold beer, good friends, and the confident knowledge that we were superb navigators despite what the (mainly male) drivers thought cheer us on.
The results are announced - the crowd boos the judges' decisions, as they do every year.
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!!
Thanks, guys - great fun as always!!

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