The organisational abilities of our Dazza AKA "mr fix it" are second to non. However what I'm about to relate has sinnister overtones. Stix and I went for an invitational run this weekend to the deep south of WA, meet up with some of Dazza's bikie MATES and stay overnight, simple hey, pigs arse!!!!!!!! The ride with all the go crew was terrific, six of us riding through Ferguson Valley, Bridgetown (don't park on the footpath there, that's another story) and Nannup from there to Busselton an easy 350 klicks or so.
When we got to Busselton it was clear that Stix and I were going to stay at Col's place in the back woods, he's a good bikie mate of Dazza's. Originally we were to stay at Dazza's.
Dazza and Andy then decided to go home and come back later, so here was Stix and I with a bunch of fellows we knew not and our bikes parked in thier Kitchen/living/dining room. Colin and his mate Chubby started on the bundy, by 9pm Dazza and Andy came back all refreshed, in a car with no intention of staying the night. So by about midnight Dazza and andy went home and left Stix and me to tackle the bundy swilling hill billies. At about 2.30 Stix & I was done for all money, no petrol left in the tank, but Col and his mates were not done with and partied on keeping us well awake, all went quite at about 3.30. Just as we thought we might get some sleep, Col's neighbour turned up as were told is a frequent event, SHE made a beeline to our area of slumber and proceeded to give us the shits big time, her husband was there somewhere other wise she would've got whatfor. Stix relented and joined the party again as well. By about 4.30 the lights went out and dawn was approaching, got a couple of hours sleep. When we got up we were in no shape to ride 160kmh+ with the go fast crew so Stix and I piked out and went home. SLOWLY.
Two things make me think this was a Dazza conspiracy, We met Rocket, Unc Ho and BillyWizz (taking delivery of nice heritage Softy) at SW HD on the Saturday morn. they informed us that that they were going back to Perth and not joining the run. They must have known something Stix and I didn't. The second is that Dazza quitely left us with these rum swlling hill billies from the deep south, knowing thier reputation.
Was a good ride, still got a sore head though.
Bt
Went to a wedding in them there parts once:
we mist out on a good pissup by the sounds of it
they even look like brother and sister ..
