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Location

Next to the car park of Preston City Oval.

Participants

Expeditions

All forces converged from every direction as the sharp tips of bayonets pierce the enemy within! Spreahead Lachie reached the meeting point first. With great exertion and a triumph of spirit he held the vanguard position. He was joined by companions. TAlex! Matt! Felix! All were one!

In a single cycling unit all carried forward towards the geohash. No enemy could stop them! And then - the great amalgam. The forces of Laura combined with those of the first party and unity was achieved. One will! One goal! All biked on towards the hash in great happiness and excellent good knees!

St Georges Rd presented no obstacle to the heroes. No wind or uphill riding could stop them. They were too powerful! Evil reactives fell away behind them as petals of a decaying lotus flower. The light of the geohash guided the party towards victory and heavenly fulfillment!

And lo! At last! The soaring heights of the Preston SkyRail Project towered above our enlightened geohashers. A wry smile spread across each face - for the imposing structure did not perturb them. The bike path became a laneway but there was no hindrance.

Truly, the clouds lightened and birds sang! Nature welcomed the hashers to their success! The metres to the hash crumbled away like counter-revolutionary thoughts in a re-education camp. All laughed at their victory. The nourishing grain grew fat and plentiful at their ankles. Swollen geese gathered in the air around the cyclists and the purist rice filled their joyous bellies. Small children with rosy cheeks smiled beatifically from a meadow.

Our great voyagers suspected some weak-spirited doubters may rise above the mud to accuse the geohashers of not being true to the Coordinates. Storm-clouds thundered at this incorrect thought. It is not the way of the geohash! Therefor, a volunteer scaled the insurmountable fence. Barbs were no match to this doubt-crusher and quickly the exact location was reached on the other side. Those with doubts were shown great mercy and swept all negative thoughts from their minds.

Renewed triumph! A parade of school children looking back from the glorious new world held the hashing algorithm high above their heads as they passed by in silvery light!

The vestiges of the non-Geohashing faction called out - workers of the SkyRail who were yet to see the correctness of the way of the hash. They were silenced as the volunteer re-scaled the fence and returned to the bikes. The demand for celebrations deafened all! Let one million beers be drunk!

With bellies filled with amber the right-thinking and strong-legged party flew to their destiny. The triumphal parades gave way to billowing flags and cherubs brandishing bouquets of unquenchable spirit! The shining path took the bikers to bring geohashing to the world. Not even the gates of heaven could hold back this all-conquering enlightenment! The people all sing in perfect harmony!