patrik f-race 120, Loft rb 5.6, 23 pepe. I was asked if i'd be Guinea. Yes, i obliged. Heading out not knowing what to expect, a bit on edge hearing stories of evil sounding nor westers, at this point in my career, after experiencing lovley (slighlty mind blowing) conditions, and being aware that the bath tub was rapidly draining, still out there alone waiting for other condenders to come out, the slightest awkward gusts were felt as the wind came more west and i high tailed it outta there.