Dónal surveys his motley crew as the quadbike owner calls the police.
The Donning of the Wellies
The photographer giggles at the overalls.
We are mudproof.
Commandment 5: Thou shalt attempt donuts. NOT!
Simon loses track of today's gender assignment.
To the headgear rack!
Test subjects on parade.
"You look ridiculous!"
Go-faster stripes for Simon; antlers for Dónal.
Dignity.
Gideon roars ahead in first gear.
A quad marshal (or nerd herder).
Rúairí judges the bend.
Simon leans into the turn he just left.
Martin hoves into view as Brian leads his target a little too much.
Hey Brian, Bord Fáilte are on the phone.
They want to discuss the magazine rights.
They're also asking if you can Photoshop out these clouds.
Adrian (foreground) has forgotten his gloves; Gideon (background) has discovered the limitations of first gear.
Dónal passes by as the squad passes on to the hard course.
Looks like Gideon. I think.
Yes, it's Gideon; and he's figured out the gears by now.
Martin swerves back onto the road; you can see Dónal's antlers in the background.
Back to base (some kind of denuded carousel).
Switch off, twist handlebars, dismount.
Did we leave anyone behind?
