#307: Nerangatangs in the Mist aka The Peugeot Run

Covid ReHash Run #307: The Peugeot Run

Well, it was time for another vicious Covid ReHash run. Run #307, eloquently dubbed the “Peugeot”, took us back into the dark and edgy abyss of the forest trails.

Our hare for the evening was Derro, who set both a walkers and runners trail using paper and a modest sprinkle of flour. He even managed to arrange a quick downpour for us. This was a godsend really, as Pepe le Spew finally got his much-needed annual rinse. The trail featured a drink start and a drink stop. Given Derro is a legendary alcoholic, this is entirely expected; the bloke probably downed a few cold ones while stumbling through the bush to set the trail in the first place. That would probably explain why the trail was all over the place.
We had a solid turnout of degenerates including our very own portable battery pack, Miscarriage.

Some notable highlights from the darkness:
Our supposedly elite front-running bastard Pepe le Spew couldn’t keep up with Cum Soc and the fresh young contender, Tristan. Pepe served up the usual spew of pathetic excuses at the end but none of us bought a word of it. Frankly, there is a glue factory out there with his name on it.
Fresh Meet got his 100 run tshirt and an all you can eat Bacon Sandwich. WTFAI after all his whining got his 50th run keyring which is the only trophy the Canadians got … sad Hash isn’t their national sport, oh wait, they would suck at that too. And Ballbags got his 150th run keyring – now if he can only find his keys to put it on.

Post-run, Derro proved he might actually have a redeeming quality. The meal he prepared was arguably good enough to rival the so-called “Gourmet Hash” – otherwise known as The Walking Dead – but it was $5 bucks cheaper! A massive win for the wallet and the tastebuds.

Of course, it wouldn’t be a normal night without some Monday night propaganda. Miscarriage, wouldn’t shut up about the Monday night Hash. He spent half the night boasting that he was the only one who actually ran their 9.5km trail. Let’s be real here, TWD can barely manage a 950m shuffle so who knows if a run was even set. Plus, we have to question if that 9.5km was measured in actual grown-up steps; considering Miscarriage takes three strides for every normal adult step, the maths is highly suspect.

Not to be outdone in the whining department, Ballbags carried on about our apparent lack of support for the Monday night crew along with some other unintelligible rumblings. He was promptly and ruthlessly shut down by the pack.

Next week we do it all over again from Rotoract Park
Eno is the hare and as he knows fuck all chances are there will be fuck all. But – there will be badly cut onions and white bread.
OnON