Shit Riders Club Strikes Back

SRC was out in force on Sunday and through the week.

The young jedi tempted the dark side for a mountainous adventure. The SRC founder sensed the weekening of the force as trusty Yoda made for the shoreline however his ambush was thwarted on the first attempt by an overexuberant bunch. As he lay in wait Le Count of Spanglish clawed his way at the rear of the fellowship, oblivious and then surprised, nah, startled at the sudden appearance of the SRC.
It only took a few spell binding words before Spanglish was in the grip of his vente curse(i.e. you are compelled to remain within the twenty km/hr range). As Spanglish accommodated in meaningless conversation SRC proceeded to cast his influence further afield and to the very heart of The Force. SRC struck decisively from distance at Skywalker's steed holting their journey.
The main party was caught but before SRC cold exact any force they conjured a hideous reply in the shape of....Inclineous Tootoppous...this to SRC as Kryptonite is to Mr red Underpants or Edward Beale to Sampson. SRC was powerless. All seemed lost until the top where SRC managed to regain his senses but with only time to capture part of the group including the Jedi himself.
The return favoured SRC as they catapulted down the mountain...clearly the inhouse training was paying off. SRC had control again...for a while...alas, Inclineous Horrilbilous reared from the earth to exact hiw own revenge while comforting the fellowship.
Accepting defeat SRC retreated to his lair, his trusty companion around his waste.
Next time would different but what dark weapon would he reveal.