I could be in that Davo......getting a new tyre tommorow, will give me a chance to scuff it up a bit.....Just name a time and place mate....
Bt
Yep... sounds good Davo......Cya there...
Bugger me......the farking hill billys are actually gonna go for a ride beyond thier driveway......mind you theres a long time between now and then for them to come up with an excuse....
Davo....if there is nothing stopping ya can we leave Erskine at 8am.....get to Bridgetown for 10ish and then onto car show......
MMMMMM!!!!.........There's a whole two of us going on this little ride with a minor time change to boot and it flushes out the devil himself
I am in no hurry to get me dongle back oh devilish one....don't know what to do with it even when I have it.....
Better stilll come on this ride mate and take in the rare SW air.....
Called around your joint this arvo and ya not home......
Well there ya go then..... the joys of FIFO....It explains everything
G'day Dave and Bob
I reckon I could make this one
8am Erskine Caltex, should be easy enough to find
Bakes
Let the bagging begin
FIRST OFF......thanks for the company Bakes and Davo....great ride, good to meet up with the speedy demons, or at least some of them!!!....Twas a change to have Andij along and him not having to freak out about who's running the shop etc.....
NOW WE GET TO THE INTERESTING BIT.......Farking Bakes......We get to The Busselton oval (after a leisurely cruise from Nannup) to have a look at the cars and bikes on display.....after about a half an hour Davo was making noises about finding a pub somewhere to have a feed and drink...It didn't need much arm twisting....BUT there's a slight problem.....BAKES has lost his farking bike key and wasn't even pissed.....NO spare....While I was cooling me heels at the entry gate Davo and BBBakes went a hunting for the key even went as far as having it announced on the PA....Whilst we were trying to come up with solutions the guy at the gate asked if we (Bakes) had a carton for him, cos someone had handed in a key that looked like it belonged to a Harley sportster......
NOW THE NEXT LITTLE STORY......FARKING DAZZA the not so speedy wannaby farking Gnome, mushroom stalk muncher and wannaby farking organiser....Here we were enticed to come to Bridgetown, we even altered our depart time (even had take stick from the Tassie devil about that) so's we could all meet up together... Davo, Bakes and I pulled out all stops to get there as quick as possible, not even time to smell roses.....We get to Bridgy to see sir snail Gnome munching on a humungous breakfast, he must think that that will make him grow some more.....I had just had enough time to down a coffee before the cheif organiser said OK guys lets go.....So of we went.....Unfortunately I had the onerous task of being stuck behind the snail, throwing rocks at me and baulking my track, in the end I wrung the softies neck to get past the slug in front and had fun with Andi and Billy.....Got to Nannup and waited a half hour for sir snail to arrive at which time we powerd onto Busso to have a look at the car and bike show...We get to the gate to the show and again waited for His royal slugness......when he finally arrived he said I'm going HOME......FFS.....he who holds court pisses of.....didn't even buy me a drink......all this power and authority is going to his farking head.....
The next time we go for a ride oh weak as piss one...I'm gonna take a rope and tie ya to the farking seat and jamb the throttle wide open.....
The Dazzler..............
is it safe to come out and play now.
Back underground for me.
