I thought I'd cooked them or something in the engine when we got to the top but it was just a bloke with a funny accent who'd burnt his clutch out getting to the top, who was not being helped by the other car drivers stuck behind him or infront, who then proceeded to moan/complain at us lot for not helping (when they'd been there a good 5 mins already, the bloody cheek!) Half of the group did help in the end (car drivers did bugger all tbh).
We proceeded to the Woolpack inn the other side for some RnR (loverly pizza but crap watery beer









the end.
some pics taken by gilera rider btw.