A fabulous ride, great weather, great company, a great day.
The copper that stopped me was a really nice bloke, we chatted about the fatty, stuff like it's speed and acceleration etc. I really think he liked me cos when we parted he gave me a piece of paper with his name and other stuff on it.
Thanks to all, especially Walka for organising it.
Ronster
Glad to hear you all made it back safely. It was a great day. Thanks for the hospitality.
Another great ride, great company, great weather, top feed at Walkas mates cafe. Look forward to the next one, cheers.
Yep
Thats right I forgot about her!!! Lol
Bugger the things ya miss out on .........oh well thanks for the pic.......Hey and thanks Walka great restaurant must go again........cheers everyone great to catch up and a great day thankyou all
cheers Jake
Okay, dot point report... I missed my initial deadline of last night cos Lethal Weapon was on and I fell asleep in my new recliner chair... dammit. And fuckin' Arsenal, how do you lose to Stoke????? Shit... * They day started in my relative terms in a meet-up at Lyndhurst. I rode myself down there and found Hootin and FTW present, with two new fellows, Garth and Andrew. I believe it was Garth who had the XR1200 - and with his bald 'do and this bike, he looked like a taller version of shoveltrouble. Nice guys. * Anyone meeting up at Lyndhurst (cnr of Westernport Hwy and Thompson Road) would be known as the BP/McDonald's/Red Rooster Krew - they have everything there. * Paid for fuel and got asked by a little bald man in a hot vintage Chevy if I knew a man called Mick. WTF? Where from? The football, the NRL, the soccer or on bikes? Apparently I ride bikes. As soon as he left, I worked it out and knew he meant Jake from here. Mick IS his first name but we call him Jake. So I felt like a dumbass, and Jake, tell him I do know who you are. Its funny when you still know most posters as their internet names. * My new 'schumacher' lensed glasses were a hit. Those jealous tried to say the rainbow spectrum in the lens was the gay flag. For that I purposely thought I'd ride behind everyone... * The people from the Wild West arrived not long after. Madness had been speedingly ridiculously and beat the others there by about 90 seconds. We had to tip water on her pipes as they were glowing red. She arrived along with walka, and a bearded Ronster (and hope I'm not forgetting anyone). * Soon we headed off for a good ride heading south. It was good fun with some nice sprints. Then for a smoke stop. * I watched in pity as the good looking bloke of the ride had trouble with his electric system. Power on, then no power, and repeat. Not enough to kick the farker over. I felt totally embarrassed for the guy holding everyone up from departing. No dickhead had brought a tool of any kind to help him out either. I eventually stepped in and got it sorted and giving his battery a wiggle and a shove, got enough life to bring it to life. He thanked me and gave me access to his bank accounts and let me ride his bike. * Soon on to Sorrento via Blairgowrie and the ride became a bit of a 'wank' - in the beach areas with all the day trippers. That meant a lot of traffic and jaywalkers and generally beach-people with heads up their asses and bogans patrolling to be seen in their shitty old Commodores. Yes, all of that. * Stopped for a bite at Via Sorrento - walka's mate's establishment, Via Sorrento. A deck reserved for us and some fine food. Totally recommended. From the pizzas, the parmas and the arancini! Good stuff. It's a bit further away than Highway31 hehe, but the lack of HOGs is good. * Madness' table were talking a LOT about sex. * Walka was a celebrity meeting some of his American/British mates by chance!! * On departure, had to start that fucking bike with the battery-molestation technique... * Jake, Garth and Andrew departed at this point as the rest of us headed to the fairy.... ferry to Queenscliff. Fairy? Queens? * The boat ride was good just be it known that its $38 per bike. Again, the cars get a better deal - given it could be up to $54 for them, they would usually have two people at least, their average cost is about $27, or less. Fuck's sake. We got six bikes in the space of one 4WD. Still you probably only really do it once for the hell of it. * The boat ride was good fun, the bay was flat and the day was perfect. Madness decided to look after the boys' (or FTW's) penchant for ladies that caught his eye and he would 'like to big bore'. In perfect covert style, she goes and nabs a wonderful upskirt photo. Some people questioned her lesbian tendancies to do this (so just shut the hell up or she won't do it again - and be it known that she's bedded Greg Inglis) * Off the boat, every male but myself used the public johns. I wonder if ship passenger 'yellow skirt' had something to do with that. * After about 40 mins trip we rolled out and headed to Geelong via a fuel stop. The bike was being a shovelhead in disguise (ie. not starting) but the battery-bash technique worked again. * Onto walka's place ann said hi to Nigella Hamilton who also fed us up on some wonderful cooking of chocolates and sweets and buttered us up with her voice. * Walka lent a wrench and the battery terminals were tightened (Very much required) and problem solved). * Walka has a lot of trophies, but that's just fine recognition with the Geeksta and the Bobber being his babies over the past few years. I think he'll get another one this weekend too! * Headed for the ride home from Geelong, which was smooth, except for the Old Bill sticking their noses in. I think Ron got nabbed by these fuckers, I got obstructed by traffic and couldn't see. If so, that sucks ass - and I hope they left out being complete pricks. * One thing I will say is those SS Commodore police cars really move... scarily. And they're fucking silent too, even if they're revving off their heads. Its a wonder these Johnny Whoppers don't become supercar drivers... * Before the Burnley Tunnel a wanker yuppie scumbag in an Audi (that much be Euro-talk for tosser) who was so concerned about crossing into my lane nearly took out Hootin who was right next to him. A Harley with loud pipes, to you direct right and you don't headcheck, just use your mirrors??? He was more worried about me and 'didn't see' Hootin. It was close enough for Hootin to give him the rightful serve that he got, and good evasive work by Hootin too. * FTW was off to St Kilda to chase more yellow skirts... * Home without incident after that. Thanks to the whole bunch for your patience with the 'gremlin'. Had never 'lapped' the bay before so that was great fun. * Was wondering on the way home how many people would be using Madness' artful photography for improper purposes once its up on the board hehe. I had a high estimate, given it went nation-wide.
PS:
* Finny offered FREE beer and then took off on a run when we were coming. Pikus Maximums. Great fun, farkin!
Top work Maples, love the review....
Hey if any legalities arise from the boat trip... I know nothin
Cheers Rodney (Formanally Dave)
