Pasche Eggs (Part II)

Just north of my home town there's a vertiginous place above the beach called Pasche Egg Hill. This was where, I am assured, locals would gather for pasche eggs races.
Apparently this involved climbing to top of said hill, hurling your egg and racing it down - first one to the bottom wins.
All very quaint, but when I went off to investigate this it turned out to be rather like wearing rubber fetish gear - you can never find anyone who's actually done it.
Presumably anyone who habitually charged down a steep hill after hard-boiled eggs is now viewing the world from behind the windows of the local spinal injuries ward . . .