Sunday, February 26, 2006
RIDERS AFTER THE STORM
Well, Bones ended up purchasing the said VFR last week ( incidently the same year, model & colour as Mick's ) after much drama with the selling school teacher & he, Gino, Mick & myself decided to celebrate his rejoining the two wheeled fold ( just to fill in, he high sided his beloved Z650 3 months ago, supposedly whilst in full control......he still has a photo of the Z in his wallet, which is a bit of an indicator as to just how unhealthy his relationship was with the 70's mo'cycle was ) by going fer a casual sunday arvo scratch up our local stompin grounds.
In case you don't know we had a monster storm yesterday. Our backyard with it's hillock was turned into a swimming pool with an island in the middle of it. Ne'er has it chucked down this hard in the time I've been living in Melbourne, but in the true spirit of Moomins M.C. we were not deterred by a little bothersome weather!
Feeling very apprehensive, we left around midday ( after being subjected to a video clip of Bones's band from the 80's.......so much acid wash jeans & metal hair! ) to encounter roads covered in leaf litter, sticks, rocks & gravel. Would've been more appropriate to be riding some sort of chook chaser bikes.
As it turned out the weather report was actually accurate and it did indeed clear up in the arvo. None the less, it made for some pretty dicey riding intially. I think everyone had at least one end of the bike trying to overtake the other at some point.
We were blessed to have encountered bugger all traffic on the roads, at least trafic in our way, which made it all so much more enjoyable. Ahh, those fair weather riders eh! Just don't know what they're missing!
We'd ridden up the Black Spur ( a lovely climbing & then descending mountain road with no straight bits, heaps of fun! ) and ended up in Marysville to have a lunch stop only to find our prefered pub 'In Neutral' closed due to flooding.
After some negotiation, we had lunch at a cafe down the road and went back to the pub for some well earned amber fluid. Nice how the publican, amidst cleaning up the damage, had procured liquid refreshments for us!
I guess that's why stop there, very biker friendly joint, run by a biker couple who are quite partial to the odd slanging match regarding the age old debate ......... my thong clapping harley is better than your rice burning ( insert any japanese brand of motorc'cle here ) .
From there it was down Reefton spur. A road which must've been designed by a motorcyclist for motorcyclists! It's a bit like Black Spur but longer, more winding and not for the faint hearted. Then it was for backward run along the roads we came up. Bones had decided to pull his finger out and actually have a stab at it. Even Gino was havin' a bit of a go!
Nothing like dodging road hazards whilst giving it some, with stuff all real setate between each other. Although Bones doing the hot shoe shuffle on the rear brake meant I had to pay real attention so as not to become one with his rear tyre.
When pressed, he reckoned that after riding for 5-6 years with no brakes to speak of he was just enjoying having some that actually braked.
I just thing he's going all soft cock on me ;)
Mind you when Mick and Bones took off into the sunset at the end of the day they did quite look a picture, all Butch Cassidy & the Bitch Kid.
They would make a lovely couple, what with their His & His bikes.
That's the first & last time I'll make any comment about their sexual preferences, well until one of them gets a different bike!
All jokes!
Moomins M.C. don't discriminate! We just accept people for who they are as long as they're like us!
Nothing adventured, nothing gained!
So long, until next day release!
In case you don't know we had a monster storm yesterday. Our backyard with it's hillock was turned into a swimming pool with an island in the middle of it. Ne'er has it chucked down this hard in the time I've been living in Melbourne, but in the true spirit of Moomins M.C. we were not deterred by a little bothersome weather!
Feeling very apprehensive, we left around midday ( after being subjected to a video clip of Bones's band from the 80's.......so much acid wash jeans & metal hair! ) to encounter roads covered in leaf litter, sticks, rocks & gravel. Would've been more appropriate to be riding some sort of chook chaser bikes.
As it turned out the weather report was actually accurate and it did indeed clear up in the arvo. None the less, it made for some pretty dicey riding intially. I think everyone had at least one end of the bike trying to overtake the other at some point.
We were blessed to have encountered bugger all traffic on the roads, at least trafic in our way, which made it all so much more enjoyable. Ahh, those fair weather riders eh! Just don't know what they're missing!
We'd ridden up the Black Spur ( a lovely climbing & then descending mountain road with no straight bits, heaps of fun! ) and ended up in Marysville to have a lunch stop only to find our prefered pub 'In Neutral' closed due to flooding.
After some negotiation, we had lunch at a cafe down the road and went back to the pub for some well earned amber fluid. Nice how the publican, amidst cleaning up the damage, had procured liquid refreshments for us!
I guess that's why stop there, very biker friendly joint, run by a biker couple who are quite partial to the odd slanging match regarding the age old debate ......... my thong clapping harley is better than your rice burning ( insert any japanese brand of motorc'cle here ) .
From there it was down Reefton spur. A road which must've been designed by a motorcyclist for motorcyclists! It's a bit like Black Spur but longer, more winding and not for the faint hearted. Then it was for backward run along the roads we came up. Bones had decided to pull his finger out and actually have a stab at it. Even Gino was havin' a bit of a go!
Nothing like dodging road hazards whilst giving it some, with stuff all real setate between each other. Although Bones doing the hot shoe shuffle on the rear brake meant I had to pay real attention so as not to become one with his rear tyre.
When pressed, he reckoned that after riding for 5-6 years with no brakes to speak of he was just enjoying having some that actually braked.
I just thing he's going all soft cock on me ;)
Mind you when Mick and Bones took off into the sunset at the end of the day they did quite look a picture, all Butch Cassidy & the Bitch Kid.
They would make a lovely couple, what with their His & His bikes.
That's the first & last time I'll make any comment about their sexual preferences, well until one of them gets a different bike!
All jokes!
Moomins M.C. don't discriminate! We just accept people for who they are as long as they're like us!
Nothing adventured, nothing gained!
So long, until next day release!
