Two owl buses remained, two hrs after "last call".
We closed the club house for the night, and winded up the old stream road to the cabin, mostly in low gear. My headlights were bouncing around as I followed the lead car, Mr. T's.
Suddenly the lead car stopped. Guys bailed from all four doors. The rider in the front passenger seat, Principal O'Rourke, was actively vomiting. Others were wiping their eyes and circling about, some gagging.
We raced up to the scene, "WHAT HAPPENED" ???
Nothing more than a rider in the back seat unloading a lower digestive ripper.
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