[1.] A direct reference to the lethargic nature of the Bydawell personality,
ascribed by some to the slow Donnybrook ways during his formative years, but
more probably the result of years of exposing the nape of his neck to the
tropical sun as he squinted through his theodowhatever. And helped some by
a lifetime of swallowing anything reputed to render one inebriated. The arrival
of Bydes at any "off" is considered to be a statement of the lateness of the hour
and usually stirs the hare to the "on-On" cry.
[2.] A sarcastic reference to the importance that he attached to producing a large
brood of children directly upon getting married. As that was in the days of
state-sponsored cheap education; he now provides much entertainment as
he attempts to fund his own babyboomers through assorted universities. "Aaah,
Bydes, if only they were as intellectually challenged as you".
STANDING
Not a founding member, but one who claims to have been running since around
run number 10. Hates scribing and has been know to nobble his fax machine
as an excuse to not write. Rarely misses a run - as long as he hasn't something
better to do.
RANGE AND NOTED FIELD HABITS
Enjoys the Duff's Road/Glen Anil area. And for a Land Surveyor has has
a strange habit of getting lost and burying his "set" vehicle up to the
axles in mud, but then he doesn't run with his assistants.
A firm believer in reconstruction, his social conscience has let to him
donating several vehicles to the RDP; usually just after completing major
overhauls.
OTHER (un)DISTINGUISHING BEHAVIOR
Run Record
Fair to middling. Obsessed with the concept of setting "figure-of-eight"
courses and getting the pack to cross earlier sections of the trail. He obviously
believes this to be a nadir of excellence, and the Religious Advisor needs to
perhaps be discussing this with him sometime.
Also a gambler on note; his finest hour being R1000 to R100 with Huggie that the Amabokkebokke
would make the World Cup final. With the semi to be played against France he laid
off with a bookie, and then spent the next year attempting to collect.
Worst Run Ever
Probably the run that no-one got to. Shortly after discovering the delights of the Duff's Road area he passed his dictated run report to a secretary who mistook his Southern Natal drawl re: Duff's Road for dust road. Not one to read his own letters, come the appointed night there were 20 cars racing desperately up and down the KwaMashu connect road hunting the elusive dirt road. A resulting turnout of three and one seriously pissed off Bydes with 10 pizzas destined never to be eaten.
Apres Habits
Believes that he can produce a Chilli Con Carne that, in terms of quality,
equals the excellence of his runs. And that about says it all. A loyal
Hansa drinker, he usually presumes that everyone else is as well, so be prepared
for a Hansa diet if you stay longer than two hours at any Bydes catered Apres.
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