On retirement from competitive life, many athletes slide into paunch and lethargy, happy to rest a schooner glass on their bellies and reminisce about the good old days. But not our boys, shit no. By the looks of the abglutes, quadtraps and bipods on this lot - passers by would be forgiven for thinking they'd walked onto the stage of a most-eligible firefighters pageant.
Next stop, South Pacific
Occster throws one up on a Tweed backbeach, still not completely sure where his mate Andy disappeared to. "I think he took off with Joel somewhere" was the general consensus. Fortunately, the Andy and Occy show will be making its way to Tahiti as we speak - Occ to commentate, Andy to surf.
"Age and guile beat youth, innocence and a bad haircut", as the old saying goes. Although in the case of Don Frankenreiter you'd have to go a long way to find a more unkempt barnet on any youngster. Donny, Pat O'Connell, and Benji Wetherley were cruising the coast on one of their rollicking Drive-Thru sorties.
[Beach break party]
The scene shortly before our brave heroes ran to the water's edge, beat these dolphins senseless, and drank their blood from hollowed-out elephant tusks.