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Yep, they were very quick this time about less than 12 hours from uploading!

So to whet your appetites here is a short extract.

"Looking forward?” Tina queried as we descended the hill from the hotel.
"Sort of.”
"Only sort of? I thought you'd be excited to be taking part in such a prestige event.”
"I am but its a bit scary too,” I admitted.
"The famous double Weltmeisterin scared? I don't believe it.”
"But thats just it, everyone is expecting me to perform today, but what if I can't, what if my best isn't good enough?”
"Gaby Bond, i've known you for what, four years? You have never not performed when it matters, you give a hundred and ten percent just like your mama so less of the self doubt eh.”
"Yeah but thats against other Jungere, there's like top Pro's riding today.”
"Some of which are not that much older than you,” Tina pointed out.
"But...”
"But nothing, you'll be fine.”
"You two okay back there?” George enquired from up front.
"Sure Boss, just talking tactics.”
"Ha, start fast then go faster eh!” he chortled.
"Something like that,” Tina returned.

Of course, from Puerto de la Cruz to the start of todays effort is either a long loop around the coast or a trip through Teide on the same road we used the other day, as we wanted to get there in reasonable time, the autobahn won out. I'm not sure it was a lot quicker by the time we'd covered the extra kilometres, it was knocking on ten when we reached the makeshift event HQ. I say makeshift, it was actually quite pro, team parking in the public car park and an event 'village' on the plaza next to Vilaflors main religious building.

We were far from the first to arrive, nor the last, Mike getting us parked between an anonymous Seat Alhambra and a big Volvo estate sporting a full on pro team roof rack emblazoned with 'Pinarello Racing Team' in a garish purple against the cars black paint.

"Okay girls,” George turned in his seat to address us, "Petra'll go with you to sort out the paperwork, espresso for me, Mike?”
"Usual please.”
great, now we're waitresses too.
"Come on you two,” Petra chivvied, "Leave them to it, licence Gaby?”
look, I know I can be a bit of a ditz but one thing I do not forget is my racing licence!
"Dad?”
"Your mum,” she advised.
You'd think I was a little kid.

So here's the link I know you are all waiting for

There are some duffers in the Queen back catalogue but 'Killer Queen' certainly isn't one of them. The chorus started as I was about halfway across the room, there was an open space, maybe from moving the tables about for our party.

'She's a Killer Queen
Gunpowder, gelatine
Dynamite with a laser beam
Guaranteed to blow your mind
Anytime'

It felt like every eye in the place was on me as I strutted across the empty space, the tap of my heels in perfect time with Freddie's lyrics. Some entrance eh?

Normal service will be resumed tomorrow

Mads