Seaside Saturday sidle the 9th

Two Tools plus one rode away
down to the sea the dirty way.
For the extra it was a hill too far
returning home upon the tar.
The taller Tool got wet and cool
the other singled like a fool.
Back up the heaving hill they rode
both firmly locked in granny mode.
Bega bound, new legs they found
when grades went minus on the ground.
Three and a half hours plus
thirty somthing Celsius.
Oh what fun to be a Tool
all dust and sweat and aches and drool.