So what's the plan blokes?
I'll be there @ ten. If everyones right to go then so be it or otherwise coffee / chat and head of at half past ten?
10 it is then, i'll be there.
Well, what a day! It was long hot and dirty, but a shitload of fun!
Check out the sky in the second pic. Bike pics from today posted in the "Photos" section
Left the Klubhouse earlyish and just cruised down, plenty of drink stops along the way. Met some of the locals at the pub in Morwell
Coming back started off just as hot and got worse the closer we got to Melbourne. Princes hwy was blocked with the fires so we came back through Korumburra, stopped at Tooradin pub and then the Southyy Gippy hwy was blocked at Cranbourne. Got home in the ned. Great day out.
Orright. So a rundown of the trip to Morwell and back again. I'll dot point it for the silly bits: * Really, this was a trip to Mordor, not Morwell. Cracks of doom, fires, long detours. Don't know about gay wizards but there were old trolls in pubs, and dodging the Johnny Whoppers like they were the forces of evil. These injokes become evident soon... * Sunblock applied liberally, the Krew left the Klubhouse right on 10am, already the sun had been starting to kick in since about 9.30am. Two members wore vests, the hero of the story was in a full jacket... Maybe he was the "Ride Captain" or whatever bollocks titles HOG runs use hehehe. * Pakenham had some dirty, dirty crosswinds giving us a tickle. It also had us swallowing some nice 'santa claus' white fluff things and a ton of dead leaves. The wind even blew a mirror out for Hootin. * A certain member was leading through these perils several moments at 130km/h. But, we were just passing cars. * The rest of the ride was smooth, it was warm but on the move it wasn't so bad, just ensured you needed to wet your whistle when stopping. * Escorted by the Old Bill/Johnny Whoppers/Police for about half an hour into Moe. Thanks lads, I mean, big tough looking polynesian lady officers. * No, we didn't think tailgating the cops was good idea... * The pub in Morwell was a welcome sight and nice n cool inside for a couple of jugs of cold drinks. We also hit the radar of the town's hottie. Think of her as you would the 18 year old hottie next door...'s bogan mother. Yes, that old and that enticing. * She wanted MapleLeafs on the pool table, ShovelTrouble to smell/taste her to see if the scent of smokes and alcohol were hampering her seductive talents, and tried to jump Hootin' outside in the smokers lounge - aka the footpath. * Onto the show with a Road King rider with the full Harley fairing and accessorising. He was basically riding on a copy of the Harley bling catalogue. And had shite music playing on his external speakers - can you even hear that shit over the exhaust when travelling??! * The show was apparently down on numbers, but I'm sure the bar did a roaring trade. Some beautiful custom works and paints, a sweet shovel Electra Guide that had seen time in the USA - Van Nuys California Harley dealer, some nice wide front glide choppers and a beaut peanut tank orange tin/blacked out sporty. * The hamburgers were a treat. There were some nice ladies about too. Welcomed after a visit from the cave troll earlier. * We had some calls about fires and the smoke and red sun were noticeable so we made tracks early. Moe to Traralgon was eerie, visibility got shonky and the heat was more harsh than just natural sunrays for a few minutes. Got ourselves some soot on the face. * It cleared up and we thought we may get an unhampered ride to Pakenham but we got detoured at Warragul to Karrumburra. This was a shitful ride. Awkward twisties, bad road camber, bad road patching, cars understeering the other way, gusts from the valleys and heaps of tree debris the whole ride. * Back on the South Gippsland, it was uneventful but for a teasing of rain for all of maybe 2 mins. * From then to a coke stop at Tooraddin, I learnt a few things. One is to get your ass-crack out and show that coin-slot in the hot weather to cool yourself down, and beat a numb bum. Plus you can moon other motorists for 60 km of riding. Thanks Shovel. * Secondly, we found that Hootin had gladly given up his ride to ensure Papa Giuseppe got a ride home. (Reference to his Italian looking monobrow of soot, classic). * Thirdly, keep your Harley in good running order. Noone wants themselves or their bike to be blamed for black smoke in the sky... haha. * Just when we thought we had a nice run into town, another detour at Cranbourne. But we got home with a tribute to what's becoming a Krew signature move capping things off just before Narre Warren! Oh those two-into-one lanes in Narre Warren South. I owe seaeagle text message too - cheers for saying hi bud! People might think we were mad, if not for the fires though, it'd have been a warm but fun ride n day. As it stands, the day will live long in the memory
L.M.F.A.O...............
Well put Maples, nailed it. Took me 15 minutes to scrub that black crap off my face, zinc soot and road grime, not a good mixture. After leaving you guys at Narre Warren I had to detour around Fern Tree Gully, Burwood Hwy was blocked. So a day of detours. Good day all round though.
I didn't realise you were in Cranbourne Seaeagle, I saw the smoke but thought it was a grass fire
Just ordered a new aircleaner, a "Ramflo", Their nice and slim, especialy with the "B" sticking out as far as they do and a bit of and "Old skool" look.
From what the boys were telling me i had a bit of cold air induction down the back of my jeans, explains the smiles from the bmw drivers?
Taken me nearly a week to figure out how to get the photos out of my phone. The old stuff at Morwell was nice but so was the blingy stuff.
Shovel thought he'd squeeze in a cone before the long trip home.
nice pics guys -and the sky inda back wow looks like dooms day
