The plan was to wait inside and on the safety of the shoulder for a banger to swing wide and give us crumb-fighters a head high rocket ride left. After a few misses one gets the drill; paddle hard and don't let up - what a step up.
Back at home the place was filled with the trippiest orange light form the setting sun. I mean it was out of that Ten Commandments movie. It made me feel all artsy and stuff.