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Archived Reports

Marysville Ride

Sunday 25th of November 2007

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Sunday dawned as a sultry, overcast day and some might have thought to give the ride a miss. Too bad for them!!

Arriving at Maccas at about 7.50 am, I was surprised to see Darren and Rick there but no hide nor hair of our otherwise-always-enthusiastic ride-leader-for-the-day, John (aka Blueboy, Nappy-Boy, Blue Nappy). Fearing the worst, I rang him only to have it ring out – obviously on the way!! When he finally arrived, a sheepish looking John admitted to a cardinal sin – he had slept in!! “Surely not!!” one would say – he is normally texting us at ungodly hours with his unbridled enthusiasm to get going!! Seems he tossed and turned all night and when he finally dropped off, couldn’t wake up!!

This little hurdle overcome, the numbers steadily grew until at last we saddled up; 20 bikes, 3 pillions and one tin-top containing two lovelies (my wife and her friend, Chrissy). A brilliant turn-up!! Rick unfortunately could not ride with us as he had school reports to write for his little brats; Sorry mate but you missed out on a brilliant ride!!

To name but a few……………………………. nope too many and I’m hopeless with names; check out the pictures!!

After a quick ride briefing by “Forgot the difference between Western Ring and Bolte” John and “I’ll probably get Lost” Darren (ably assisted by “I’m Camera Shy” Leno), we were off!!

With barely noticeable aplomb, mother nature burned off the clouds and soothed us in her warm bosom filled with glorious sunshine – yes, I wax poetically, it was such a fantastic day!!

I always get goose bumps riding with a larger group and let me tell you I could have sprouted feathers and flown to Marysville on Sunday. In a fine line astern (as the Navy guys say) we cruised along the highway, across the Bolte and past the Zoo to our first stop at Lillydale. Meeting many fellow Ulyssians out for a Sunday jaunt to the Twin Spurs Rally, we certainly did not lack for company.

Along the way, Des, Darren and myself were briefly separated from the group by traffic lights. Patiently sticking to the speedlimit, we nevertheless attracted the attention of one of Victoria’s “finest”. Having seen the mob come past, followed by us stragglers, he no doubt figured we would twist the throttle and catch up as soon as we passed him. Flying past us, he was as disappointed as Little Johnny H – we stuck to the limit and caught up anyway, arriving in Lilydale unscathed and unbooked!!

Coffee, the ubiquitous Bacon & Eggs and a few cakes later, another quick briefing. For the Casey Stoner’s of our group, the news we had been waiting for; when we turned onto the Reefton Spur, we would be let loose to burn some rubber!!

With renew zest we “followed the leader” and, after what seemed an eternity, Clancy took a pull and let loose the hounds!! I couldn’t wait for John to tell us where to regroup and took off up “The Spur” like a possum up a gum tree!! The very first corner and I just knew I had overstated my abilities – at 150KPH it just turned too bloody quickly. With sweaty palms and bent brake lever (or at least it should have been with the grunt I laid into it!!) I managed to squeak through the 30KPH corner and took a much more measured rate to the next 40K of twisties. Scrubbing parts of the tyres that had not yet touched the road, I fanged it up the spur and enjoyed a rare moment of heaven on earth.

For at least one 4 wheeler it must have seemed like hell on earth; coming around a flawless lefthander, I spotted a spunky little Subaru Imprezza had missed or misjudged a corner, jumped the table-drain and ploughed nose first into a nice solid gumtree. It’s little brothers and sisters buzzing around (it was a club rally methinks) bruised ego’s all around, luckily no other injuries.

Arriving in Marysville, we expected to see a few bikes but I don’t think any of us expected to see that many. There was never more than half a minute without a bike passing or pulling up for lunch. The place was also full of Tin Tops – more of this later. Looking for the lunch stop, we wandered up to the Cabinet (as John had told us) and found it had been reserved for a private function. Ready to lynch John, we soon discovered WE were the function! John and Darren certainly excelled themselves by swinging this deal! Although not the cheapest, the food was great and service pretty good considering 23 people piled in for lunches of all descriptions. That’s right, you read 23 – not 25!! John and Darren had hot-footed it to the bakery up the road and put on the biggest nosebag you would ever see. Had to DRAG Darren out to get the show back on the road!

About this time a friendly passer-by hands over a Yamaha key to my wife Maria, saying he had found it across the road. A few hurried unanswered enquiries among the group and she was walking to the local lock-up to hand it over to a nice Policeman, when Nappy Boy cries out “Hang on, it might be mine!!”. A quick gallop to his bike with key in hand confirms his luck (those bastard key stealing drop-bears must live in Marysville as well!!) and before too long we are on our way to Stevensons Falls.

82 meters tall, reputed to be the tallest waterfall in Victoria, it was a wondrous sight among the lush tree-ferns and rainforest foliage. Shutter-bugs going nuts (our Camera Club doing themselves proud), Leno managed to get in just about every shot!! Darren wagered life and a wet camera climbing the handrail, hanging on with one leg and clicking with the other (arm that is) to get what must be a great shot of the falls. Let’s see it mate!!

Departing the falls and led by Darren, we set off along the Black Spur to get ourselves home. We anticipated another spate of fast twisties. No such luck – 4 tin tops crawling along and no hope of passing them, we sedately trundled down, nevertheless thoroughly enjoying this majestic part of Victoria’s rainforest-clad hills. Dappled light on smooth bitumen and gentle cool breezes kept us company along the way as we meandered down a many twisted road……..WAKE UP!!!! Oops, nearly drifted off reliving that beautiful and relaxing run!!

Relaxation soon over as traffic built up, we stopped at a BP just after Lilydale. We said our farewells and went on our merry way. Some down the highway to Ringwood and Springvale Road, others following Yogi through Warrandyte to the Eastern. Not wanting the day to end, Wayne and myself, together with about a dozen others followed the gentle giant homeward

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Wayne and myself were separated (again!!) by some lights. Neither of us very familiar with Warrandyte and unable to catch up with Yogi and the fast pack, we found the Eastern easily enough but turned off too late and were lost in the city. Spotting Victoria Street, a quick last minute turn and with Wurrunjeri Way in mind, finally crossed familiar paths and headed up the Westgate – two lonesome but ecstatic and happy Westgate Wanderers in all it’s literal meaning!!

Besides a fantastic day’s riding and the great company of the best mates a man can have, this ride achieved another momentous milestone; Blueboy should no longer be nick-named “Blue Nappy” and Darren no longer “Ratty”. Their forethought, planning and leadership of this flawlessly executed ride certainly gives John the right to graduate to the Red ones and Darren to the title of Possum (a bigger, gentler and more surefooted version of Ratty)!!

Seriously though, a well led ride they should be proud of and we certainly should thank them very much for!!

Thanks Guys!!
Regards,
Martin

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Mt Gambier Meet N Greet

2nd, 3rd, 4th and 5th of November 2007

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We gathered at the M1 and left 8am sharp, there were 20 bikes, 1 trike and 2 cars it was a beautiful day for riding and the Wanderers were looking forward to the journey ahead.

While travelling Linda’s scooter broke down, the RACV was called and her son, who brought her car so she could continue her holiday. We waited at Inverleigh for them and continued onto Lismore for morning tea. A quick lunch at Hamilton and then onto Mount Gambier, we travelled through some beautiful country, you would hardly believe we are in a drought it was so lush.

It took a little while for us to book into the Kalganyi Holiday Park and find our rooms, but once settled it wasn’t long before we part-took of a few drinks and then down to the barbeque area for a meal put on by our hosts, the Torrens Valley and the Limestone Coast Ulyssians.

It was a great night and Mags had an Ipod music box that was pumping out some great Beatles tunes and we were all singing along and Leno was in Beatles heaven.

Saturday the rain decided our day for us and we were confined to barracks. It became a day to relax and socialise and to learn how to play some new card games.

That evening we went to the RSL Club for dinner which was very nice and cheap, but it was still raining and freezing cold when we headed off home. The rain didn’t stop all night and at one stage it was belting down, it gave you the feeling it was never going to stop and it continued on through the morning.

On Sunday some members decided that as the bad weather had set in, it was time to cut their losses and head for home. Most of us were happy to stay even if it did rain, we were on holidays and that was exactly what we were going to continue to have – a holiday. In the afternoon the rain started to subside enough for the boys to go for a ride to Port McDougall, which they all thoroughly enjoyed, particularly the fact that they were no longer couped up and could ride free as we had intended.

Some of the girls on the other hand didn’t feel the need to bother to get into wet weather gear, so we stayed in the Penthouse and did some female bonding and drinking which was great fun. For dinner that night the Park kindly supplied a free barbeque for all of us. We also celebrated Graham’s 50th birthday with a delicious caramel mud cake.

After dinner Glen and Ali invited everybody back to the Penthouse for a party. We rocked the night away and those blokes who thought they couldn’t dance were soon encouraged to get up and have a go and were soon dancing happily. We had a fabulous night of dancing, drinking and skiting it was such fun.

The next morning we woke to a glorious day, so it was decided we would ride to Robe, a seaside resort further up the coast towards Adelaide. The road was good and we had some nice sweeping bends. Once in Robe, also fishing port, it was time for lunch, some members delighted in eating the fresh crayfish, while others enjoyed the fish and chips on offer. Heading back was a good deal harder as we were riding into a rather strong wind and were glad when we finally reached the Park.

As we were going the next morning we all had a major cook up to use the food we had bought. Most of us rolled away from the table with full bellies and tired after a days riding, so early to bed.

We left Mount Gambier after the usual photo shoot and said our good-byes to those Ulyssians that had not left, and headed out of town. Eds was having trouble with no back brake-light, so he and Glenn had stopped off in town to get it fixed, while the rest of us continued on. We had just reached the 110 speed limit on the outskirts of town when I developed a wobble, I realised I had done a tyre and slowed down till I found a safe place to stop. Sure enough the back tyre was flat as a tack.

The boys stayed with me while Glenn organized a Ute to come out and pick up the bike and get the puncture repaired, we told the others to carry on and we would eventually catch up. They had left at 0830 and we left at 1100, Glenn asked me if I was up for the ride and of course I will try most things once, so with Glenn in the lead then me followed by Eds we were off.

I have never ridden so fast in all my life but despite my fear it was absolutely exhilarating. We eventually stopped for fuel and a quick coffee in a one hick town, with the intention to chase the main group until we caught them, probably in Geelong. But to our surprise they rode past, we had actually beaten them. They pulled in and told us they had stopped at Portland for morning tea and had waited an hour for service.

We had bypassed Portland but we certainly didn’t expect to catch up with them so soon. We carried onto Warrnambool for lunch, we stopped in Colac for a moment then onto Winchelsea for afternoon tea, fuel and we said our good-byes and headed off home. Once we hit Geelong it was slow going with all the traffic heading back from the coast after the long weekend.

Again this club never ceases to amaze me with the care they take of their members and the fun we all have when we are together. Thank you all for yet another wonderful holiday and I look forward to the next one.

Happy riding
Wendy

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The Three Mild Dogs Trip ~ Narooma and Return Via the Snowy Mountains

Thursday 11 October

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The trip to Narooma was for a RAAF reunion that is arranged biannually to a different part of Australia. Ron Johnson and Max Spencer attend each year and this year we invited ex NZ navy extraordinaire Les Rabone

The night before we left we had a get together at Max’s house to discuss the trip over a few ales, wines and Max’s specialty rabbit casserole. Having seen the movie Wild Hogs we decided to call ourselves the Mild Dogs - Ron on his Ventura, Les and his BMW and Max on his Gold Wing.

We left bright and early on Thursday 11 October only to struggle through stop start traffic over the Westgate and to think what it would be like to work in the city and do that every day. There was a steady stream of motorbikes coming in the opposite direction to us heading to Phillip Island for the Grand Prix. As we arrived in Sale people were lined up on either side of the road and waving at all the bikes travelling through. Even the schools allowed the students to crowd out onto the footpath. We stopped for lunch and watched the police escorted parade of bikes, believed to have been between 2-3 thousand ride through sale led by Casey Stoner.

We had an enjoyable ride to our first overnight stop at Cann River. We have stayed there before and although it’s an old pub the meals are great. For $25 including continental breakfast, who could complain?

Lucky Ron had booked our room as the pub was full with all the motorbike riders heading west. That night the locals had a Karaoke evening below our bedroom window. What a racket and it got worse as more ale was consumed. It was in Max’s case, earplugs and a pillow over his head to be able to sleep. We awoke next morning to heavy rain and the sound of bikes starting up or early birds passing through on their bikes.

Lucky for us on arrival we asked for somewhere to park our bikes under cover and were given a carport to share with a ride-on mower and jet ski. Later that night another 5 bikes had squeezed in behind and in front of our bikes. As we only had a leisurely 245 kms to go next day we assumed the other riders would be away before us next morning. Breakfast was what was left over after about 50 hungry bike riders have devoured everything they could get their hands on. No bread left – damn a slice of toast would be nice. The lady publican was probably out like a light after the night frivolity as Les couldn’t find anyone to ask for breakfast replenishment. On snooping around Max found a loaf of bread in a fridge down the hall so the smell of toast soon drifted through the pub again. By the time we loaded and left the steady rain was abating. Lovely green pastures and lambs gambolling on either side of the road. Max thought it was a great sight until he remembered the lamb shanks for dinner the night before

At Bombala we were given a free cuppa at the Bombala motorbike club and bought raffle tickets for a prize of a Triumph Thruxton 900. They are holding their 16th annual celebration of motorcycles on the 24th November at the Bombala Showgrounds. Sounds like a great weekend and they can be contacted on 02 6458 3880 or contact@bombalamc.com

A nice day’s ride stopping at Bemboka at the famous Bemboka pie shop for lunch and then on to Narooma. On the Saturday morning Les and Max went for a walk along the harbour and out to the river mouth. We climbed up the cliff overlooking the sea and to our excitement saw two whale watching boats following whales just below our position. On Sunday we rode further north to Ulladulla to visit Max’s brother Noel and sister in law Louise who made us a lovely lunch.

After a great weekend reminiscing with old RAAF friends we left for home on Monday morning in anticipation of our ride along the Alpine Way through Jindabyne, Threadbo and Khancoban.

We stopped again at the Bemboka pie shop and Ron talked to a very interesting Bob Carveth who lives next door to the pie shop. He is an avid collector of all things old as a tour through his house shows. His Yamaha Project bike is a must see. He calls it ‘Yamie’ - a Yamaha motorbike with a Honda Civic 1200cc engine with a T-bar automatic gearbox. Incredibly Bob has extended the frame by 320mm to be able to accommodate the car engine. If you are passing through call in and have a chat, as Bob would love to show you his collection.

Next stop was the motorbike café in Cooma for a great lunch. They have spray and cleaning cloths for your helmet visor. This leg of the journey Max had done before when he lived in Canberra and was a member of the Veteran Vintage and Classic Motor bike club. We called it the Snowy Mountains run and the last time Max did it was on his 1969 Triumph Tiger about 6 years ago. What a difference doing the Alpine Way on a 2004 Honda Goldwing. The scenery was magnificent sunshine, snow capped mountains and great company. You couldn’t ask for anything better. We pushed through to Corryong and stayed the night and got one of the last rooms in the motel as all the bikes were returning from Phillip Island. A lovely pub meal and a good comfortable nights sleep. Zzzzz

Les led the way from there following the Murray River through Tintaldra to Wodonga to Beechworth to another famous pie shop for lunch. The views around Lake Hume were exceptional with the hill sides covered in a lovely purple, unfortunately Patterson’s Curse. It was then back onto the Hume Highway for a very windy cruise back home covering 2006 kms

A great trip, great company and great bikes made this a journey to remember always. May the Mild Dogs ride again soon on another excellent adventure.

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The Presidents Ride

13th & 14th of October 2007

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Saturday 13th October, 26 bikes, one blue ute and 30 intrepid travellers met at the M1 Café on a miserable, overcast and cold morning to explore the outer western regions of Victoria, to boldly go blah, blah etc.

Out via the Ballan Rd to the Western Highway to the first fuel stop at the BP Servo about 30km from Ballarat….cold and a few spots of drizzle.

Onward ho! Next stop Thunder Road Café for regrouping, coffee and for those that wanted to, purchase some of the wares on offering (Mags bought a pair of DriRider type pants) because it was raining around Ballan as usual, and cold.

Here things got interesting, the ever eppervescent Leno misplaced his bloody keys, well search and search we did to no avail; we did all except turn him upside down and shake him. In one of his pockets no less. Did I mention it was cold? No, well it was.

Out to the Western Hwy again to the turn-off at Buangor, travelling along the narrow but reasonably good road to the Ararat Wind Farm. A regroup again at the wind generators, we were also treated to the sight of the green Kawasaki crash braking when he overshot the group at the viewing area and Lex fixing a brake fluid leak.

From here thru to Moyston and into the Clayfield Winery where we were greeted by Simon, Steve and Mark who had their Triumph and Norton motorbikes on display. After some excellent wine tasting we were treated to a fantastic Bar-B-Q and Kay’s irresistible orange cake and coffee. For anyone in the group who enjoys a good wine, take the time to visit this winery, you will not be disappointed

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We said our goodbyes around 2.30pm and travelled into Halls Gap where the ones that wanted a fang went ahead of the group to enjoy the twisties. The rest had a leisurely picturesque ride to the next stop of Wartook for afternoon tea and coffee and the option to purchase gifts at the shop adjoining.

Mark, Robyn and their dog Sydney James arrived here to escort us back to their motel where we were shown our rooms then treated to another fantastic barby and exceptional hospitality.

The Smerdon Lodge at Horsham – Phone 03 5382 3122, hosts Mark and Robyn, call them if you are in the area, AND they are Ulyssians.

The local paper sent one of their photographers around for a group photo to be included into one of the publications.

An added bonus to top the night was various prizes given by Mark and Robyn to some of the lucky members whose names were chosen at random.

Around the tables at night on full bellies, an ale or two, laughter, what on earth did we do to be treated in such a manner?

Oh yes, Joe, a young lady that he kept in contact with named Vicky who we met on a ride previously turned up. She lives not far from Horsham, so renewing of friendships, he really is a dark horse!

Breakfast in the morning was again a site to behold, bacon, eggs, etc, etc all cooked by Marks friend Michael, and a top job he did.

We said goodbyes and headed home via Hamilton…..sore bums, sore backs, grinning faces. Mortlake for lunch, adjusted Wendy’s handlebars because she had sore wrists from the bars being too low then on to Winchelsea where we lost our tail-end charlie Chris, Lou, Wendy and Rickety Rick because there was a corner marker mix up.

Everyone arrived home safely and by all indication I think a good time was had by all and if they didn’t, it was their own fault.

To Glenn and Ali for all the planning, a big thank you from all of us, can’t wait till next year.

We really are blessed to have such magnificent scenery to enjoy, road to ride and to have such wonderful friends to enjoy it with, thanks to all you guys and gals I am proud to call you all my friends.

Bugsy

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Wanderers' Trivia Night

Saturday Night 6th October 2007

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Fifty-seven inquisitive Wanderers, including their families and friends, turned up to the Westgate Wanderer’s Trivia Night at The Werribee R.S.L. to challenge their brain cells. Hosted by Quiz Meister Lyall, the night consisted of 30 trivia questions over 2 rounds with a number of novelty prize games thrown in.

Graeme and Claire’s table kicked off the night by winning the “Roof Tops or Flats” game. The “Uck Wits” won the Salada eating competition (nice whistling, Lyn), the “Jessies” successfully named 8 out of 10 television monkeys (Mike Nesmith?) and new member Dave Gammon (true to form) picked up one of the door prizes. The highlight of the evening was Yogi’s “Baywatch Run” between the tables. To the Wanderer who called out “show us yer tits”…………. thanks for that!

Tommy from the “Stoned” table caused a distraction with that bloody ring tone of his and managed to infiltrate a number of the other teams (just to confirm his team was on the right track) and Gordie phoned several “friends”…….. what was that about? Pete and Karen’s “Bohemians” entered into the spirit of the competition by asking the mob for help, and the “Bravehearts” (Mags and Ed’s Scottish contingent) thought they had the advantage because they’d heard the questions before, but sadly couldn’t remember the answers! Bidding for Shane’s children as T.V. show experts got to $135.00, but it was still “No Deal”! Congratulations go to Shane’s table which ultimately won the evening, taking out the major prize.

Thank you to the management of the Werribee R.S.L. for their generous donation of the major prize (8 $25.00 dinner vouchers) as well as the bottles of wine as door prizes and for making us feel welcome. Thanks also to Joanne Brownrigg for donating the mystery prizes and a special thank you to Mags and the other members of the Social Committee, for their support and effort, without which the night could not have happened.

Rick Haman

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Puckapunyal Ride

Sunday 30th September 2007

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On an overcast and windy Sunday, the 30th of September was celebrated by 11 intrepid Wanderers who, defying the elements set forth to ride to Puckapunyal in Central Victoria.

Led by our Branch Ride Co-ordinator Marty, fellow Wanderers Tom, Leno, Wendy,John, Darren, Alison, Glenn, Peter, Allen and yours truly headed off to Puckapunyal to visit the world standard Tank Museum located within the Army base there.

After travelling from their departure point at Maccas in Hoppers Crossing, the group stopped briefly at my home in Wildwood to collect me along the way.

Stopping in Lancefield for a quick nosh up, the local bakery proved a fine choice with many a staple and delicacy on offer to temp us. And temp us they did! With Leno sipping his Earl Gray (oops, wasn't supposed to say that) and the rest of us slurping up the hot expresso, the chill of the day quickly disappeared.

Thus refreshed we headed up through Nullavale, Emu Flat to Tooborac, and from there a short hop over to Puckapunyal. This route was a more direct one than was stepped out and proved to be an excellent choice. Smooth surfaces, easy 80klm sweepers and the rain held off all the way to give us a good, and dry, run to the Army base.

After signing in we were permitted to proceed to our intended destination, the Tank Museum. This place is an eye opener as it sprawls over several acres of open and covered exhibits. Tanks of every description and design, both foreign and friendly. The Australians figured prominantly too with many successful designs for fighting machines coming from here.

The gift shop appealed to many of our numbers with some memorable souvenirs being bought to commemorate the visit.

From here we trouped off to Yea for a delectable lunch, sampling many varieties off food from those on offer. With bellies full we then travelled some of the best piece of road in the district, I speak of the run from Yea to Whittlesea. Smooth sweepers through beautifully forested countryside. This explained the numourous groups of fellow motorcyclists out to enjoy this gem of a road.

All to soon we had gained Whittlesea where we rested and said our goodbyes. The final leg of our journey would be back along the Ring Road with a number of us peeling off to our homes along the way.

A big thank you to Marty for organising this impromptu run, for including me this time, and to all my fellow Wanderers for making this such an enjoyable ride.

Cheers
Webmaster Col

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Rob Roy Ride

Sunday 16th of September

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Ride Pics! Route: Macca's Hoppers Crossing, Greensborough, Hurstbridge, St Andrews through Kinglake to Yea down to Flowerdale and Whittlesea, Werribee.

Seventeen bikes and Nineteen Westgate Wanderers gathered at Mac Donald’s in Hoppers Crossing at 8:30 am, in anticipation of what would become a fun and no doubt a memorable and enjoyable twisty-ride!

Departing Macca’s at 9 am sharp heading up the Western Ring Road in a convoy of bikes, behind our Ride Leader-Chris -”Blackbird” and Glenn “Bubba” being our Tail End Charlie, we headed to Rob Roy-Historic Garage-located in beautiful St Andrews – (gateway to the Yarra Valley), via: Greensborough and Hurstbridge, arriving at 10:15 am.

Where we enjoyed the kind generous hospitality of the “Rob Roy-Historic Garage” being: Steve & Mim Lunn, who were kind enough to provide us all with hot coffee and muffins upon arrival- really wonderful people!

Mim gave our WW-Group a tour of their fully equipped Workshop where Steve rebuilds race/rally cars, including full Lotus Twin Cam engines. Whilst Steve gave us, a tour of some interesting & rare bikes, all of which are part of a private collection at Rob Roy Historic Garage making some interesting viewing, with full history on each bike for you to read!

On display is: A Frances Barnett, a Norman, Bultarco, Puk and an early 70's Honda motorcycle. In addition to some fine automobiles of yesteryear too, including:

Following a group photo shoot and thanking our hosts we departed for Yea.

Winding our way from St Andrews up to the historic township of Yea, arriving at 12:45 pm for lunch, where we enjoyed fine pastries and hot beverages in the towns’ bakery.

Fuelling-up in Yea for the run home travelling through some scenic countryside and good windy roads via: Flowerdale down to Whittlesea, where we parted company and all headed for home.

I am sure everyone had a smile from ear to ear today after this wonderful ride, thanks to Marty and Chris and also Bubba for being a great Tail End Charlie…from all on the ride-thank you Boys!

Cheers,
Bluenapoleon.

Shane’s Redesale Run

Sunday 15th July

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On a cool sunny morning 13 brave souls and 12 machines gathered at Macca’s Hoppers Xing at 8.30am. Hot coffee and warm smiles all round for nearly all, was followed by Ride Brief at 8.50 with the W/W’s then mounting up and heading off at approx 9.00am.

We headed to the Geelong Highway via the back way through Laverton due to some roadworks on the Highway then on to the Western Ring Road (Where some Riders had indicated they would be waiting out on the Ring Road for us but none were spotted) , and a nice leisurely cruise on to the Hume Highway. We departed the Hume for a while and headed off through the cozy outposts of Wallan – Kilmore – Broadford then re-joined the Hume and motored on to Seymour.

Here waiting was the opportunity for a Hot Coffee and a Pastry and a quick sunning from what had now become quite a beautiful winter’s day. Various praises and cursings were heard about the quality of gloves that were being warn by the W/W’s. It was certainly chilly on the mitts. After about 30mins we mounted up and headed for fuel (Some taking the wrong way at the roundabout forcing the geographically aware riders to give way. One roundabout and Five confused riders. I had a chuckle)

Once the mighty machines were fueled we headed off onto some nice country roads with beautiful state forest either side and the smattering of Australia’s greatest critters throughout. ( Kangaroos – Possums – and of course Sheep). We traversed past Puckapunyl then to Tooborac through Heathcote , blink and you miss it Mia Mia and to our Lunch destination of Redesale.

Here after approx 5 – 10 minutes we were joined by 9 members of the Central Victorian Branch of the Ulysses. I had contacted them about 2 weeks before the ride to see if there were any members interested in catching up so I was pleased as punch when 9 turned up. Greetings all round and ride stories were exchanged. Lunch turned out to be superb. It was a cozy country pub with open fire a Coonarra and a warm friendly atmosphere. For me it was difficult to get up to get back on the bike as I had a full belly and a warm body and really did not feel like moving.

We bid our fellow Ulyssians farewell and headed for home via some lovely countryside riding towards Kyenton and then onto the Calder where we exited at Gisborne exit for fuel and farewells. Here the W/W’s headed their own way home with most arriving at their door between 4.00 – 4.30pm as targeted.

As this was my first chance at Ride Leader I would like to take the opportunity to thank all whom attended as it made it an enjoyable experience for me.

Thanks,
Shane

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Roadies Highland Shiver

Sunday 24th June 2007

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With the Road King suddenly off the road with a faulty starter motor, the Sporty came out of the lounge room this weekend to lead the ride into the Central Victoria Highlands. Ice-cold was the top temperature for the day. With the sun shining, 15 machines of the WWs headed into the freezer, with a short blast up to Glenmore where we regrouped at the top of the twister.

Al supplied some of his rubber gloves for wearing under the Guantlets ( I am certain Al has a rubber fetish - See AGM report) and sweaty fingers are better than frozen ones. With every body safely up it was on to Ballan for Hot Chocolate and Coffee, and retrieve a Harley part. After tempting our WWs that it was not that cold, they ventured out of the coffee shop and back on the bikes for a sun, then fog, then freezing ride to Trentham. Refueling gave us another excuse to stop and chat, and misplace a few Wanderers,(I don’t know how they managed to hide from Tail end Tommie)

We then took roads unfamiliar to our WWs over the most scenic parts of Central Vic, with twisties, straits and curves, big hills, deep gullies, bush gravel road section, single lane timber bridges, mineral springs, gold mines and the Best Roads for motor cycles. Regrouping at the Newstead post office we discovered we had lost the earlier mentioned WWs, but they had all been supplied with the ride map and the regrouping points, so then up to Maldon, as we rode in three of the lost musketeers were ahead of the group but they did not know where the Pie shop was, and joined the queue on the footpath to get a feed of the best pies in the state.

Hot pied, refueled it was up the Mount Tarrengower Hill Climb Track to the Lookout and up the tower, every body went for spectacular views across Central Victoria.

Then around to the Puddle more commonly called Lake Cairn Curran to see the dry bottom of the lake.

With more great Roads to travel, little visited places such as Baringup, Moolart, Joyces Creek Sandon and Yandoit, Franklin Ford and Shepherds Flat regrouping at Hepburn Springs.

But wait there was more to come, up the mountain from the Springs on and off the Midland Highway to Coomoora, Wheatsheaf, Glen Lyon, Springhill, Tylden and Woodend along the Old Calder thru to Gisborne, Toolern Vale, Melton and Home.

Riders comments - lets do it again in warmer weather.

RoadRunner

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Brass Monkey GOR

Sunday 10th June 2007

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On a cold and slightly overcast morning 8 bikes, 14 fat arse cruisers, a scooter and a “Wing” rolled up at Maccas Hoppers at the sprightly time of 7.30 am to tackle that great Aussie icon, the Great Ocean Road.

The GOR was first thought of back in 1870 when places like Angelsea and Lorne had themselves a thriving fishing industry and were looking for a fast way to market. The government of the day though were more concerned with the state of the economy (their own pockets) and canned the idea.

In 1890 when the Country Roads Board was created it was raised again but this time the Defense Department blew it out of the water. Their concern; too easy to invade Melbourne with a convenient road to come down for the amphibious force to travel. Fancy that; as if landing on a vertical cliff would not be obstacle enough!!

Finally, and after experiencing the difficulties our own Diggers had landing at Gallipoli, a start was made on September 19, 1919. About 100 returned Diggers were set to work for the princely wage of $1.05 per day; living in tents at Angelsea and paying $1.00 per week for food and lodgings. All up about 3000 diggers made their mark along the road over the years.

In 1932 when the first section to Apollo Bay was completed, the road was dedicated to our Diggers and became an official War Memorial – as far as I know, the biggest and longest in the World.

The rest as they say is history and we now enjoy the fruits of their labor on Australia’s greatest scenic coast road.

Heading off at 8.45 (we were waiting for Col and T2 who pulled out due to illness), we cruised sedately down to Geelong where the first signs of things to come became self-evident; FOG!!

Undeterred (it was very thin after all), we continued towards Winchelsea, eventually turning off toward Moriac. This is where we all (like Clancy on the mountain) took a pull – the FOG was a real pea-souper and it became colder than the edge of the Antarctic!!

Whether senility or stupidity, we continued undeterred; first the visor suffered white-out, than the inside of it, then the glasses (those of us who suffer from visual challenges) and when all else failed, the Mark 1 eyeball became blurred by the lightening speed we were traveling. All of 50 KPH. Deans Marsh about 50 K’s ahead; Icicles were seen to form on anything not moving and on the Draggin’s.

After about 30 K of this seriously stressful riding and with a good 20 or so still to go, our lady on the scooter had had enough. Stopping fast and quick (sending hubby bush to avoid a rear-ender I am informed) a decision was made by this team to head back home. As I am sure we have all experienced in our own riding life, sometimes the better part of valor is to know when we have reached our limits and to call a halt. The feeling among the other riders was one of concern for their safety and a warm fuzzy understanding that the often quoted “ride to your abilities” is alive and very well with the Wanderers. We hope to catch up with them soon.

Arriving at Martians and joining another group who had come in from Lorne, the most popular attractions were the cozy wood-heater for a quick warm-up and the ablutions facilities to remove some nervous fluids.

After some warming coffee’s and some adrenalin settling grub, and with the assurance from the other group that this FOG would lift, we mounted our beasts and headed off to Lorne. Little believing this fog could lift anytime soon, that big fella up high came through and like magic it went away a few hundred meters from our last stop.

Filling up with go-juice at Lorne, on we went to Apollo Bay. Traffic was thankfully reasonably light, but arriving in town we found it packed with Tinnies (of the petrol guzzling variety) and it took a few minutes to find a vacant sidewalk to park on.

“Wandering” off to fill our needy bellies at the various establishments we soon disappeared in the crowd after agreeing to meet back at 1.15 or so for the journey back.

After obtaining some sustenance for the beasts, a most enjoyable semi-fang back to Lorne and onward to Aireys Inlet saw us park at the Split Point Lighthouse for a cuppa and scones and yet another fluid drainage point. This is where we discovered that Rob and Lynn had stopped in Lorne and then missed the corner marker at Aireys, continuing on their merry way to Angelsea where their own thirst got the better of them.

Some of us wanting to use the local outhouse, while bursting at the seams, elected to hold on a little longer after a certain gent with bear-like habits did his bit to destroy the ozone layer and add to the greenhouse effect with a seriously HUGE dose of methane (WHEWWW!!).

Prompted by cleaner air in Angelsea, some slowly and in small groups departed to join our wayward members for a cuppa there, leaving Troublesome Glenda, Wayne and myself to finish the scones.

Never catching up with anyone, we headed home with tired bones and full bellies to warm up and drift into glorious dreams of that great trip up the GOR and the wonderful company on a cold and FOGGY day, ripping… around….. those…….. curves……… and…………….ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

Yea (Merrily Yea) Ride Report

Sunday 22nd October

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Weather could only be described as perfect as 14 bikes and 15 people (and 1 dog) headed out of Macca’s Hoppers Crossing for what was initially a fairly boring ride around the Ring Rd and up the Craigieburn Bypass, right into Donnybrook Rd and to Whittlesea for the first fuel stop. Fueled up, we set sail for Yea, up through Flowerdale and Break O Day, the roads were fantastic, through the lush green bush, twisting higher and higher then the fun run down the other side into Yea township for fuel and a feed.

The Bakery and other eateries provided good, tasty food that was consumed at the picnic tables on the reserve that divides the main street or at the seating provided on the footpath. The sun streamed down and the number of bikes had to be seen to be believed, Triumphs everywhere, 955’s to the 60’s models.

Neat looking outfit was spotted in the main street (see photo) and would you believe, we ran into other Ulyssians, Mornington Wanderers and Yarra Ranges. Glen Fink’s brother turned up out of nowhere, looks just like him too! Headed off from Yea across through Trawool and Seymour, stopping at the Stag’s Head Hotel at Tooborac for refreshments. Headed off to the final stop at Gisbourne for goodbye’s and a short jaunt home. Round trip left about 9am and home in Werribee at 4pm, distance of 340 km.

Thanks to the following who made this ride what it was: Des, Ducman, Nola, Matt, John (x 3), Darren, Max and newcomers Gary & Michelle (Welcome!!). Special thanks to Ali & Glen (and dog) for Tailending.

Yes….I know I’ve forgotten someone, 14 NAMES AND 15 PEOPLE, my sincerest apologies to the person I missed, (possibly another John).

Kind regards
Chris

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Slow Coach Ride Report

Wednesday, 16th August, 2006

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Leaving Macca’s at Hoppers Crossing at 9:00am SHARP, actually, it was 9:20 by the time Martin had his McBrekky and a (brief) briefing was conducted. Wind was blowing a gale, Merve was a no show as he’d come down with the dreaded ‘lurgy’ and did the right thing by not riding and getting over it instead (Get Well soon, Merve!!!)

Four souls ventured forth, Nola, Larry, Martin and Chris. The run from Werribee to Bacchus Marsh was like riding across a windswept plain, all were have trouble with the gusting winds. (Obviously the bloke upstairs got the days mixed up, it was perfect the day before!!!) Still, no sign of rain but the air was like ice and by the time we reached Woodend (via Gisbourne) the ‘pinkies’ were a little chilled….in fact, they were bloody frozen.!!!! Intrepid Ride Leader Chris commented: “I’ve got the winter gloves in the bag, maybe I should have put them on”….Hello!!!!!!!.

Following a mug of Cappaccino (x3) and a mug of Flat White (Larry: “I’m not paying for froth I can’t drink”) we set off across to Tylden, Trentham, Blackwood and Greenvale and the wind appeared to have dropped a little and the temp had risen a few degrees, still plenty of leafy bits blown across the road in places. Quick sprint down the freeway (sitting on 110 k’s!!!) from Myrniong to Bacchus Marsh, Larry & Martin continuing on to the city and the rest back to Werribee, back home at 12:30pm as promised, round trip of 191 km’s.

Apart from the blustery conditions, all appeared to have enjoyed the ride, I know I did. The day certainly tested the riders skills in what can only be described as “extreme conditions”. Trying to get round a ‘B’ Double tipper whilst riding across a mountain ridge is hard at the best of times, to do it safely in severe cross winds is a testament to the riders skills and commonsense, well done all!!!!!

Again, thanks to Nola, Martin & Larry for your company and hopefully we will do similar short, easy, laid back rides through our local area soon.

Regards
Chris

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Scottish Chiefs Dinner

Friday Night 4th August 2006

Ride Report:

Down to Geelong the Wanderers went
On bypass straight and true
In search of something good to eat
And p’raps a decent brew.

With nimble Nomads in the lead
And ladies at the rear
The rest rode somewhere in between
All dodge and weave and veer.

Within the group were Cass and Dale,
Larry, Duck and Frog,
Judy and a Bugle Boy,
Ornella and Black Dog.

The Gordys came with both the EDs,
POP with Little Raye,
And Robbie too, on Lyn’s new bike;
(There’s not much else to say!)

The Scottish Chiefs were first-rate hosts,
The company was fine.
Once more the Friday Coffee run,
Makes for a splendid time!

Rick.

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Nagambie Ride

Sunday 23rd of July 2006

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Another cold grey July day for the ride to Nagambie. Five brave soles turned up at Macca's ready to depart at 9am. Leno our fearless ride leader advised us there were a couple more that had shown interest so a quick ring around meant we had Max, Glenda, Darren, Les, Glenn and Ali venturing off at 9.30ish. We headed out along the freeway towards our first stop for morning tea at Lancefield - only a couple of showers on the way but it did not dampen our enthusiasm at all and before long we were at the Lancefield bakery enjoying coffee and cake.

After a quick break and a further 20 minutes for Leno to take photo's we climbed aboard and set of for Nagambie, with the dulcet tones of Max's rendition of the 'Crazy Frog' song drifting through the countryside. The weather stayed on our side to our destination and all through a hearty lunch (and more photo taking by Leno) at the Rowing Club. A little window shopping by Glenda and Alison (chaperoned by Leno and his camera) on the way back to the bikes then it was more photo taking and fuel up and final stop at Romsey for our goodbyes.

Less than five minutes down the road to Melbourne and the heavens opened ... well, more like they bucketed down! Despite this we all made it back to the freeway and last seen to our respective homes - warmth and a fresh bucket to wash the Bling Machine :-)

Thanks to Leno as ride leader for a brilliant day out, Glenn/Alison as tail end Charlies and the others for their company.

Glenn "Bubba" Fink

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Point Cook Air Museum Run (Part of Meet the Neighbours)

22nd July 2006

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Following a very successful ‘ Meet The Neighbours “ gathering at the M1 Charcoal Café in Hoppers Crossing, a large group of riders assembled and headed off to the RAAF Base at Point Cook for a visit to the museum. The ride was broken up into several groups for the short ride in order to arrive at the gate in smaller groups to facilitate the entry process. However, due to the forward planning of Tony ‘ MoneyBags ‘ Muir, the groups were waved straight through the gate and onto the Museum. (Sincere apologies to Nola, inadvertently left at the M1, however, in the true Ulysses spirit, arrived at the Museum within minutes of the last group…again…apologies and well done!!!)

If you haven’t been to the Point Cook Museum, quote “ DO YOURSELF A FAVOUR “ and get on down there…great for the family and it’s free!!!!!

Had a very laid back and leisurely tour of Werribee South and surrounds on the way home. Thanks to President Bruce Reid for the Welcome, Moneybags for the organisation enabling smooth entry to the Base, Group Leaders Martin De Haas, John Humm and “wee Gordie” for tailending.

The run and the day overall was fantastic and thanks go to all that helped in any way, staff at the M1 for the excellent catering under a fair amount of pressure, Johny's Hog Shop for the display bike “ Venom “ (bloody awesome!!!!) Visitors included Macedon Ranges, Ballarat, Yarra Ranges, Mornington, Shearwaters, Melbourne, Geelong , Whittlesea and several trades people.

What a great group of people and what a place to live!!!! By the way, keep an eye on the Riding On, (thanks George!!) hopefully we’ll get a gurnsey!!!

Chris (Keeper of the Secrets) Thomas

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Greendale Ride

8th July 2006

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It seemed so innocent. A dozen bikes leave The M1 Grille Café heading towards Anakie. With the group clearing Werribee we took off towards the You Yangs at a reasonable pace. One of the guidelines on our rides is that no one passes the Lead Rider and Tail End Charlie doesn’t pass any rider. That way we know that everyone is accounted for. Well that guideline was about to be broken, not once, but twice on the same ride. What was going on?

The lead rider was travelling down Bulban Road when a rider who shall remain nameless, but his initials are ‘Red Ducati’, thought it was time to blow the cobwebs away. It wasn’t long before he realized the error of his ways and allowed the Lead Rider to pass and resume control of the ride. Or maybe he realized that his actions would prove costly. More on that later.

The weather was holding, the sky was a little cloudy and the temp a bit on the cool side. The route took us past the Ford Proving ground on our way to the Geelong Bacchus Marsh road. A right turn and we’re now heading for the foot of the Brisbane Ranges and we see the tell tale signs of the Christmas fires, with much of the forest and a few houses showing the disastrous effects of the fires. With a few spots of rain on the screen we pull into the Anakie General Store for a stretch and a chat. Red Ducati was politely informed that his mis-deamour would cost him lunch for all riders. Red took the news very well although he did turn a little pale when informed that each meal is likely to cost $18.

After about twenty-five minutes of chatting and few coffees we decide it’s time to mount up and take off. It was here that Gordon, our Tail End Charlie, was distracted by some people in a tin top because they were interested in his trike. With the conversation over TEC joined the end of the group. We headed through the Brisbane Ranges through Steiglitz National Park and onto Meredith. This portion of the ride was sobering as we rode past the spot where Graeme Rogers ‘rode on’ and for those of us who were on that ride it brings thoughts of the dangers of riding a bike.

On leaving Meredith we turn right and head parallel with the Ranges on our way to Ballan. The road was a mixture of straights, twists and bends and the surface ranged from good to bumpy. Anyway, nothing eventful and we end up in Ballan and then the short 8 Klms to the Greendale Hotel. Upon parking our bikes and assembling as a group to head in for lunch Brady Wardrope asks “Where’s Rick?” A quick check of the carpark fails to find Rick and some concerned looks come over the group. Where is Rick? Did he take a wrong turn? Did he fall and no one see him? These were the questions that were going through our minds. Bruce rings Rick’s mobile phone and is stunned when Rick’s wife Ornella answers. “What do I say now?” thinks Bruce, not wanting to alarm Ornella. A rather stilted conversation ends and leaves Ornella in a panic. Rob Fava, Ian Wardrope and Bruce head off on their bikes to back track the road. After about 3o klms the boys stop and have a chat. Ian rings Larry and that Hotel and is relieved to find that Rick has arrived. So the much relieved search party turn around and head back to the Hotel. “I’m going to be the first one to kick Rick in the nuts” stated Ian. I’ll second that says Rob.

On return to the Hotel Ian, Rob and Bruce learn that Rick was in the Anakie General Store when the group headed off and as a result we left him behind. Much finger pointing took place. Whose fault was this? Was it Rick’s for being too slow in the break? Was it Gordon for not noticing that Rick’s bike was still parked before he left? The question even got around to Lead Rider Bruce for leaving before everyone was on their bike. Anyway, no harm was done and the group settled in for a great lunch where everyone except Ina Wardrope ate their meal. Seems ‘Wardy’s’ meal was so big he couldn’t get through it all. After a break of about 21/2 hours we mounted up and headed back to Ballan and home via the Glenmore Road. If you haven’t been down this road it is well worth making a special trip. Heading toward Werribee you start at the top of the range and the road drops about 300 metres sharply to reveal a fabulous view of what probably was a volcanic valley.

The ride home from there was uneventful and the group got back to Werribee at about 3.30pm.

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Phillip Island Tour

17th June 2006

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The ride was a fantastic to say the least.The actual Phillip island tour was rather ordinary and especially for the 18 bucks that we got stung! I had booked everything and viewed the facilities over the internet which was far more impressive than in real life.

Lunch was fish and grease or Pizza, which made up for it, in Cowes. We then headed to Wonthaggi via the coast road,then overland through some twisters to Leongatha for afternoon tea in a magnificent little resturant a few kms out of town on the south,western approach, then Warragul via Ridge Road and finally home.

No rain all day, no mishaps, non stop laughs from a bunch of like minded lunatics and no stress!

I think what made it most enjoyable was the fact that no body complained about anything all day.We were all just glad to be out and about and riding our bikes.

I lead early in the day although Andy took over from Phillip Island, taking us up through some roads that he knew and then home. We had no tail end Charlie and everyone had to keep up with the group.The pace was brisk yet not stupid or dangerous. Larry had plenty of practice at ringing the neck of the Hyosung 250 though. We kept him in the middle or close to the front all day.

It was just a sheer pleasure to go for a good long interesting ride with some great and enjoyable people.

Larry and I called into see Merve on the way home.Finally got home at 7.30 pm having left at 8.15am that morning.

Quite a long day, but a really, really GOOD one!

John Edwards

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Mildura – Queens Birthday Weekend ~ Step Out Ride

9th June, 2006

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I was finally able to make out Merv & Eddie at the servo at Hoppers Crossing. This had to be one of the thickest fog’s I’d seen for a long time. It was 8:30 am on Friday and showing no signs of lifting. Up Derrimut Rd and round onto the Western Hwy and lo & behold, the fog lifted completely at Melton and the rest of the day was blue skies although the air was still bitterly cold. Stopped at Ballarat for fuel and met Lindsay, our other traveler. By passed Ballarat and onto the Sunraysia Hwy…….. Mildura….here we come. Fuel stop at St Arnaud and onto Donald.

Merv, with his eagle eye (and leading at the time), spotted the thin smoke of a BBQ in the main street. Sure enough, the ANZ bank was having a fundraiser for the local CFA. We were invited to partake and did, making this our lunch stop. The news reporter for the Buloke Times (local paper) took some happy snaps of the intrepid travelers for the next edition. (See photos). No dilly dallying, more fuel at Ouyen and arrived at Mildura at 3pm. Those straight, flat Mallee roads enabled the crew to do some “engine checks” and the lead rider changed several times.

Motel check in out of the way, the crew headed to the Gateway Tavern (short walk) to quench the thirst and arrange tea. Ran into some of the Torrens Valley members over for the Wintersun Rally. Following a good nights sleep, it was over to the local bakery for a leisurely (expensive!!!) breakfast. It had rained overnight and there was a light drizzle happening. Walked over the road to the Crossroads Tourist Park (Site of the forthcoming Meet & Greet in November.), great park, open and clean with all facilities. Hosts very keen to have us and will look after us (more later).

Decision taken to go for a ride, headed south to Red Cliffs, stopping at the “Big Lizzie”, a traction engine weighing 45 ton, built in Richmond, Victoria in the early 1900’s and driven up at….1 mph. Continued onto the River Rd and down to Southcorp winery at Karadoc where the lovely (and very knowledgeable) Andrea provided us with some of the local drop to taste. Dragged Merv kicking & screaming back to his bike and continued south to the River Bend Tavern at Nangiloc for lunch (cheap & BIG serves!!!). Followed the river a bit further south to Colignan (“Nangiloc” backwards!!) and back up through Redcliffs to Woodsies Rock Shop (gemstone heaven!!, See Photo).

Arrived back in Mildura and had a look at Lock 11, one of several locks on the Murray that enable boats to go from one section to another. Round trip of 130 km.

Arrived at the RSL & found it booked out, as was the case with the Working Mans Club. Found a pizza café in Langtree Mall where all enjoyed the local fare…except Eddie who suffered a Macca’s quarter pounder attack in record time!!!

Sunday saw Eddie & Lindsay leave Mildura about 9:30am, Lindsay needing to go through Colac to get home!!!! Merv & I met up with Mark Seja & company from Torrens Valley at the Tourist Park again. Kicked a few ideas around, host’s again very helpful and offered a few suggestions. They will hold the park for our bookings until end of July after which they will you will need to take a punt on getting in…very big weekend up there in November.

Finally got away, heading home at 11am in sunny but extremely windy conditions, making riding a difficult job. About 150 km south of Mildura we struck severe dust storms with vision very limited at times. The extremely windy conditions not only made riding difficult but fuel calculations impossible, resulting in one bike running out 6 km from the next available fuel at Birchip. Friendly farmer helped out after seeing us on the side of the road. Lunch at Birchip, one of the best hamburgers I’ve ever tasted at the local café, glad to rest for a while. Wanting to get home before dark didn’t happen and we arrived back home about 6:30pm for a hot bath, feed and into bed.

All up, 1162 km round trip!!! Thanks to Merv, Eddie & Lindsay for the company, a long but satisfying ride. Looking forward to the Meet & Greet, it’ll be a ripper!!!!
Chris (Keeper of the Secrets) Thomas

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Tree Top Walk

21st May 2006

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Merv’s ride to the Otway’s Treetop Walk – Sunday 21st May

We arrived at Macca’s to a beautiful clear blue sky and someone said “Who said it was going to rain?”

The group consisted of Merv & his son, Chris T, Martin, Darren, Leon & Deb, Carl from Lancefield and Bruce & Lu together with Martin’s wife and son in a tin-top. After a quick chat we left Hoppers at 9am and headed down the highway to Geelong where Allan on his CB 1000 joined the group. The ride, which was led by Merv, was uneventful apart from the weather change. We hadn’t reached Geelong before the clear blue sky was replaced with clouds which signalled the soon to arrive rain. As a consequence the temp dropped to 10 degrees. By the time we stopped at Colac for fuel, young Darren on his Honda Shadow discovered that one of his fingers was about to drop off through frost-bite. A quick bucket of hot water had some pink colour return to his left hand. Everyone commented on the sudden drop in temp and the misty rain we encountered, but undeterred we set off for the The Otways Treetop Walk that was our destination.

The ride out of Colac was very picturesque with some sweepers, plenty of tight stuff and very lush pasture on either side of the road. It was in this section that we again encountered blue sky and sunshine, mist, sunshine, more mist and a few spots of rain only to be followed by more sunshine. But then again we were in rainforest country!

We arrived at the Treetop Walk at about noon and quickly headed for the Café. Pumpkin soup and toasted sangers seemed to be the most popular followed by a hot coffee. Warmed up and fed we left the comfort of the warm café and proceeded to the skywalk. A very interesting exercise in construction and erection is this structure. Made in Tasmania and transported in 8 metres sections the structure was then erected deep in the rainforest with the aid of cranes and very experienced construction workers. Hopefully you will get some idea of this structure from the pics found elsewhere on our site.

Grow old disgracefully is our motto and our group lived up to that admirably. Firstly, we found Leon with a very cheesy grin and on closer inspection we found that he was been sucking on some very bright plants and laughing his head off. It’s at this point that Leon realised they weren’t flowers but in fact they were ‘magic mushrooms’. We did our best to bring him back to reality and proceed on our path. So, onto the sky walk itself. It was here that the second act of disgraceful behaviour was exhibited.

Just imagine you’re about forty metres high up in the canopy of the forest on a massive steel bridge and a group of old, and some not so old farts start jumping and swaying; well the end result was that the bridge joined in and moved about a foot in the air. It was like walking around on the deck of a boat for a while. In the middle of the sky-walk is a viewing tower that is reached by climbing about seventy steps. By this stage you’re about sixty five metres above ground level and the whole structure is swaying in the breeze. For those hearty souls who had the courage to climb to the lookout the view was fabulous as you take in surrounding bush and the creek. With the bridge part of the walk completed the group wandered back to the café where a quick relax and a chat were in order before we headed for home.

The group assembled at the Waurn Ponds Maccas and said their goodbyes. Onward for the last leg home and boy didn’t the weather turn sour. The Geelong Road with its smooth surface was water logged and the spray from the surrounding cars made visibility difficult. By the time we got to Werribee it was fine again and the roads dry.

This ride was another excellent day out for the Westgate Wanderers. The two hour stopover for lunch and sky walk provided an excellent opportunity for socialising amongst members, which is something that more of our rides will have this year according to Ride Coordinator John E (T2).

Check out the website for the pics of the boys and girls at play.

Ride report by TEC Bruce.

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Meet the Neighbors 5

May 20th 2006

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Meet with the Geelong Riding Group.
I rolled up to the M1 café at Hoppers Crossing at 8.30am Saturday morning, the weather was perfect (spoke to my contacts upstairs earlier in the week), I thought it might be a little early but there were still several people already there. Merv had opened the new Quartermaster store already and Colin was having a chat with him. Gordon had his trike there. I asked if anyone was going on the ride today, Merv said he couldn’t as some Geelong members were coming up to buy some shirts, I thought this a bit strange as we were going to meet them but thought it must be a couple of members who didn’t know we were coming. I asked a few others but the most were staying home, so when Chris arrived shortly before 9am I said to him I think we might be a small group today. So we decided we better get ready to leave and gather those who were going to the other side of the car park for the obligatory group photo so we sent Leno out to round everyone up.

Well you could have knocked me down with a feather when virtually everyone moved from one side of the car park to where we were taking the photo. This brought a huge smile to my face that I carried with me all day, to all were able to attend I thank you on behalf of Chris and myself, you made it a great day with great friends.

Ok…now to the report.

Here we go…22 Westgate Wanderers on 20 various bikes left Hoppers Crossing at about 9.15am to go and Meet the Geeelong Riding Group in Geelong for coffee and breakfast.

We headed down Heaths rd to Derrimut rd to Princess Hwy and out Bulban rd on our way to Little River, from Little River into Lara where our totally fearless and on track ride leader Chris pulled up to allow our rather spread out group to gather back together and sure enough in came tail end Joe riding in the “G” spot as Chris likes to call it (G for George, as I prefer to lead from the back) and all eighteen bikes in between. This gave Colin and a few others a chance for a quick smoke and Lyn a chance to top up her CB250.

We then headed out through Sutherland Creek into some twisty bits where Greame got to show his prowess at cornering on his GSX1000R with Jo snuggly tucked in on the back, after that there was a steep “dipper” that gave me the feeling of being on a roller coaster. Where did Chris find these roads so close to home, I thought the trip to Geelong might be a bit boring but not this one. We then headed into Geelong arriving at the Wood Oven where the GRG were waiting. We were barely off our bikes when we were warmly greeted by Barry and several members of the GRG and invited in for food and drink. There were introductions all round including our newly elected President Bruce and Secretary Chris. We were also asked where Merv was as there were members waiting buy shirts off him. We explained he was waiting for them in Hoppers and passed on his phone number so they could work out who got mixed up. We stayed, talked, drank and chatted for quite a while, some of our members went across the road to the local KTM dealer who was having a free sausage sizzle, hearing the call of “Seagulls” being yelled across the road was quite funny.

We thanked our hosts for great morning, some of our WW members headed back as they had other commitments, but some of the GRG members decided to join us in our trip, so we saddled up and headed out.

This time we had 22 bikes heading through the local gardens and out onto the road to Drysdale and on to Port Arlington. Arriving at Port Arlington we parked by the pier and walked up the hill to the Boat House fish and chips where most ordered lunch. You could almost see the panic on the faces of the staff as all these hungry bikers rolled in all ordering at once .We rearranged the furniture into one large table and sat down to wait for food. The young girl trying to announce the ready orders couldn’t be heard so the ever-gallant Leno took care of it, collecting numbers and delivering food. Leno had pointed out to her that most of the group had their hearing aides turned off. We thanked the owner for lunch and promised to phone ahead if we were back in town again. We headed back to the pier where I took the opportunity to ride my bike down the pier for some artistic bike photos and Rob and Lyn walked down and bought some fresh mussels. We then saddled up some the Geelong group headed home but others continued with the remaining WW and we headed off to St Leonards along the coast road and onto Pt Lonsdale.

(I have since starting this report found out that we accidentally left one of our Wanderers at Port Arlington, I can only assume he was mistaken as one of the group who was not continuing. I am very sorry Max it certainly was not intentional, I hope it didn’t spoil your day out too much. If you join us again I will make sure you don’t suffer the same fate twice. In defence of our poor Tail End Charlie it was nearly impossible to keep track of who was staying and going as we picked up new members and dropped off others at almost every stop.)

On arriving at Pt Lonsdale we were greeted with beautiful views of the rip, lighthouse, pier and even giant container ship plowing through the channel. It was truly beautiful.

Although it did seem odd that there was a plaque at a scenic lookout written in brail. At first thought it would seem cruel to bring a blind person to such a view and then write in brail a description of what they can’t see, but after a closer look it turned out to be a description of what they can hear. We said our goodbyes to the Geelong Riding Group here and promised to get together soon. We will be sending out an invite to our tyre kick venue to all the branches that we have visited during these Meet the neighbors rides just as soon as the new committee has been able to work out a suitable date. The rest of the WW group rode on to Leopold for fuel at which time we said our goodbyes and headed home.

I would like to thank the Geelong riding group for the warm welcome and their company on the rest of the ride. I would like to also thank the Westgate Wanderers who joined us today, you are a fun bunch and it was a pleasure riding with you (as always). I would name you all individually but there were too many. A special thanks to Joe for tail ending the ride. He has now attended all the MTN rides and subsequently Chris and I have now offered him a full partnership in G & C productions. As always thanks Chris for leading another sensational ride.

Well that’s it folks we will be bringing these MTN rides to a halt until the weather fines up, the next one is scheduled for October and I think it will have a nautical feel to it. Thanks again to the 70 plus riders who have attended the 5 MTN rides and see you for the …..Six-quell.

George Wallace (King)

Another GC&J Production.

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Hart Ride For Life 2006

Sunday 23rd April 2006

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Couple of shots from the HART "Ride for Life" day last weekend which was well supported by many Wanderers.

Congratulations to Ron J for his promotion of the Ulysses message to the many visitors who not only found out about Ulysses but were able to enjoy the many activities on the day which included Test Rides of many Honda models, Try it Out ride Courses for new comers or intermediate testing rides for those who "thought" they may have been experianced,without using there pride and joy, generally came back saying wow I learnt a couple of issues there.

The simulators were a great hit with all who had the chance for a bit of a test up on there skills or abilities.

The TAC and Roadsafe were there also to promote many of there promotions, including the interactive CD to test your perception and abilities.. Fair to say all seemed to have an enjoyable day and a bit of friendship as well.

The whole day was at no charge to attendees, and with the many specials on sale for riders some could have even saved a dollar or two on some new gear.

Cheers
Roger

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Easter Poker Run

Sunday April 16th 2006

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By 10:00 am six bikes (Merv & Jenny, Pushy (Ian), PJ, Brian, Pam & Darryl and Lauren) plus El presidente Ray and First Lady Helen in their 4 wheel sidecar or should I say Fordcar (shows the dedication of Ray & Helen who turn up to support the event even when the Goldie ie out of action) were ready to move out with the weather predicted to improve as the day progressed (and it did).

Down the highway we ventured to the first Lara turnoff, through the township of Lara then a right turn at the waterslide at Geelong then off to the Ballarat Highway with our first stop at Bannockburn where we purchased or first card (some wanting to reduce the odds of winning the basket of goodies at the end of the day purchased a number of cards).

We then ventured to Meredith where we were offered more cards and some needed to refuel their machines. Pushy got a shock when someone shouted to him “does you bike run on diesel Pushy” while he was refuelling, but the call was only in jest as we all know that Pushy would not do that to his beloved Quacka.

After leaving Meredith we ventured into the Brisbane Ranges (our ride leaders cautioned us of the tricky bends in the Brisbane Ranges) and we all had a thought for Graeme Rogers especially as we cruised around the bend where we lost our fellow Wanderer less than 12 months ago. The regrowth following the recent bushfires in the Brisbane Ranges and around Lara was incredible and in no time there will be little evidence of the fire dramas of a few months ago.

Oops, thought we were supposed to go through Ballan, but Merv defended himself saying he did not get lost and he changed his mind as he thought Bacchus Marsh would be a better option for lunch and the next card offering – some gave Merv the benefit of the doubt but most could not be convinced.

After a pleasant break for lunch with the crew opting for one of the various lunch options on offer we ventured through the Avenue of Honour and onto Melton where the penultimate shuffle of the pack occurred in Melton before wandering (pun intended) on to Teds Roadhouse for our final card purchase. Our First Lady (Helen) won the basket of goodies with a pair of Jacks (better than one Ray I am sure she thought) and a couple of Jokers (not Wanderers either). Pushy offered to deliver the prize later that evening and one can only assume that he did and that he had not consumed the goodies between Wednesday’s meeting and Sunday. We all said our goodbies at Teds and ventured on our way home or to wherever.

The good news is that 10 Wanderers (including family and friends) had a great day (beautiful ride, pleasant company and a lot of fun) and contributed $110 to the RCH Good Friday Appeal, the bad news is almost 100 other Wanderers missed a truly enjoyable experience. This must be disappointing for Merv and Pushy who had obviously put in a lot of effort to make the ride a success for us Wanderers and the RCH.

Hopper to Hoppers round trip 200km.

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“Meet the Neighbours” – Fore-quell to Ballarat

(8/4/2006)

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Saturday morning, 8th April at the tyre kick in Woodville Park, overcast sky and a little breeze. A heap of intrepid souls gathered, some were quiet, some talkative and some nervous. Something was about to happen!!!! Leno strode forth from the pack and in an assertive tone, barked out the orders as only Leno could. The obligatory photo(s) were taken and without further ado, it was onward and upward to the greater downtown Ballarat to “Meet the Neighbours”. Leader Leno in command and Joe at the tail end, 16 motorbicycles choofed up Derrimut Rd and out onto the Western Highway, one eye on the road and one on the weather. Arrived at Ballarat to find that the Westgate Wanderers outnumbered the Highlanders! The Wanderers were made welcome and bacon & egg sandwiches and copious amounts of coffee were consumed. The temperature was noticeably cooler but the rain had held off.

President Ray had the new Navman (?) out and when asked how good it was, replied “Pretty good, it tells me I’m in Mossfiel Dve, Hoppers Crossing”. Short distance back towards Melbourne and then turned north towards Daylesford, the road in part had some easy flowing corners through the hills, magic country!!!!! Stopped for fuel at Daylesford, King George sailed in a few minutes later complaining that he’d been left behind in Ballarat. Right behind George was Tail End Joe. (How can you be left behind when you’re in front of the Tail End??????) Ride continues through Daylesford and on to the Trentham Falls. Not a lot of water flowing but good for a photo shoot and stretch. Whilst there we ran into some Ulysses (in cars!!!!) from Melb and Albury (do I see a ride there somewhere???) Continued on to the secret (it’s been on the Web site for 2 weeks!!!) lunch destination, the Pig & Whistle in Pearson’s Rd, Trentham East.

Walked in to be greeted by the host Mick Salisbury, hostess Brooke and a roaring fire in the wood heater. A room had been set aside for us, orders and refreshments taken and time to settle back and enjoy the atmosphere. The Pig & Whistle is very popular, particularly with groups (motorcycle, car, marathon runners and families) and has a real Australian country hotel atmosphere. I couldn’t believe it, the last to order was the King and you guessed it, he was first served!!! First into the “Throne Room” where others were duly summonsed and granted an audience as the meals arrived. The food was excellent, plenty to choose from and priced from about $4 up, thanks Chef!!!. Unfortunately, fed & watered, it was time to continue and I might add it was bloody hard to leave!!!!

The road from Trentham via Blackwood to Myrniong is fantastic, plenty of twisty bits down through the forest. Final stop for 9 of us was St Anne’s Winery at Myrniong (7 Wanderers had a tighter time frame and headed back home) where the lovely & charming Collette looked after us with wines to sample and coffee for those that wanted it!!! Went looking for the resident “cooper” only to find him sitting on top of the Coonarra heater.!!!!

Tally of the tape was about 250 km round trip. Thanks to the following for making this a ride happen. Ride Leader Leno & Tail End Joe (will never forget the pants, Joe), Production Coordinator George, President Ray, Gary, Bruce, Andrew, Martin, John, Larry, other John, Alan, Matt, Des & Tony.

Another Quality Ride brought to you by G & C Productions, Inc. Remember: Without the members, a ride is just a trip from A to B.
Regards, Chris Thomas

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Yarra Trail ~ Willy to Maroondah

Sunday 26th March 2006

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Hello every one.

On Sunday morning 15 bikes turned out some with passengers and a bon trike as well.Unfortunately the bon trike suffered from electrical fault and did not continue on the run.

But John and Lenos gang of riders all set off on our ride and what a fantastic day it was for riding! We went to Williamstown at the mouth of the Yarra, then avoided the last day of the commonwealth games,out past the zoo and down Elgin Street which becomes Johnson Street.Over the Yarra again at Yarra Falls, then turned north towards the Yarra Boulevard and followed it for some time.

What great roads,through Heidelberg, Ivanhoe, lower Templestowe, almost to Eltham, all the time twisting and turning and almost never out of site of the Yarra.We stopped for morning tea at Warrandyte at the Bakery, then off to Warburton for lunch. The views and the roads were breathtaking. The Yarra is only a small creek at Warburton.We could'nt go any further because the bitumen runs out just past the township..

Any way we had lunch, it was a bit expensive, ie more than the pies and sausage rolls that we had for morning tea/breakfast, but it was good any way. No actually, it was better than that !

On the way home a horse decided to escape from some where, ran accross in front of us, stopped all the traffic briefly, then we set off again .

We came back the same way refuelled at Mt Evelyn then set off at a cracking pace via the freeways home. We got home in no time.

What a great day!Thanks John...

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MEET THE NEIGHBORS #3 OR.....
NEXT TIME YOU GO TO THE BEACH, BRING A BOAT…..

25th February 2006

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(Hum the tune to Gilligan’s Island)

Sit right back and you’ll hear a tale
A tale of a fateful trip
That started from this tropic port
Just east of the Werribee tip

The leader was a mighty bikin’ man
Tailend a royal dude
Twelve Wanderers set out that day
For a three-hour cruise
A three-hour cruise

The weather started getting rough
The tiny bikes were swamped
If not for Dougie’s corner marking
Three bikes would be lost
Three bikes would be lost

The group set ground
On the door of
The Mornington Wanderers
Clubhouse

With Leno….
And Joe too…
The President (Ray)
And his wife (Helen)
Glenn and Graham, Andrew, Gary, Yogi, Merv, Doug, and Eddie
And George and Chris
(There was never gonna a be a way to get all that to rhyme)

That was our...
Meet the neighbors ride

Now the proper report……
Twelve hearty Westgate Wanderers had arrived on a damp Saturday morning to head out on our third meet the neighbors ride. This one was to Mornington the meet the Mornington Wanderers for beakfast. Spirits were high even though the weather looked a little suspect but you never know it might blow over. Yogi rang just as we were leaving to tell us he would meet us at the Shell Westgate so off we went

Chris led us onto the freeway and across the Westgate bridge where true to his word Yogi and his Harley came roaring onto the freeway at Shell and slotted straight in in front of tailend George without us missing a beat and along with Yogi came a friend (I assumed Yogi’s) on a sports bike, who slotted right in in front of Yogi. We all headed into the Burnley tunnel at the breakneck speed of 40kph…..yep there was a bus broken down in the middle lane of the tunnel. After crawling through the tunnel (and we later found out a couple of bikes suffering some serious overheating, mine being one, forgot to turn the fans on….whoops.) we exited the tunnel at which point Yogi’s friend left us. I later asked him if he had noticed the guy who it seems had seen the bikes and thought maybe it would be fun to travel together to his exit, at which point Yogi said oh you mean the girl and I said I thought it was a guy at which time Yogi said I hope not I was checking her arse all the way through the tunnel.

Anyway we continued on through several more roadworks and slow zones none of which were there when Chris and I went on the mapping run the week before .I knew we were nearly there when I saw the sign Glasscocks Rd next right, it was actually about 15mins from where we were going but I just had to get it in the ride report.

We arrived at the Peninsula Lounge about 10.30am and were welcomed warmly by Paul the President of the Mornington Wanderers and invited to come in and have a drink and breakfast with the other members. They were all a very friendly bunch making us feel at home and the venue is extraordinary, a lovely room with its own carpark access a full bar with coffee available and food. Couldn’t ask for more.

Footnote.. While there Ray & Doug discovered a television museum with theatrette showing old TV moments such as Graham Kennedy etc, they also had tv cameras, studio sets, Graham Kennedy’s scrap book Zig & Zag props, and much more, there is a $5 entrance fee, if there is enough interest expressed a ride will be organized back to visit later in the year.

We said our goodbyes swapped patches (others will be mailed shortly) with our new friends and headed to Seaford for a visit to the Classic motorcycle museum (set up by Merv). Unfortunately Yogi’s bike suffered some selector problems on the way and after making some roadside repairs decided it was best to head straight home. Although unlucky to be having a problem I have never seen any thing like the luck he had to fix it, he said I could use a pair of pliers and I turned around and lying in the gutter beside me was a pair of long nose pliers apparently abandoned from a previous roadside repair or perhaps Yogi has higher connections. It wasn’t till we said our goodbyes and I had rejoined the group waiting at the local Caltex, that I wonder what I would have found if he had said I need a blonde in a bikini to fix this bike.Hmmm……..

When we arrived we were met by Jon Munn who gave us a very informative tour of his restoration workshop, I suspect he has forgotten more about these bikes than most of us will ever know about them. He certainly knows his craft.

See photos: Helen was seen picking out a new sidecar for their Wing but unfortunately it was not for sale, but I’m sure she has left with some new ideas. We said thank you to Jon and headed out to Mordiallic for lunch. Unfortunately this was where our luck with the weather was about to run out. Just as we were coming into town the heavens opened up and we were soaked, we all scrambled for parking spots and then scrambled for shelter. I parked my canoe-asaki outside Subways (how appropriate… we would need a submarine to get home) most went in to eat. Merv presented me with a crown, which for some reason makes me look more like a pope than king, and I agreed to one photo of said headwear seeing he had coughed up hard earned readies for it, but I seriously doubt it will see the light of day again as I no longer drink and you would need to be legless to wear it outside. But I thank him for the kind??..hmm thought.

After eating we took a vote as to “weather” to continue to our wine tasting or go home and home won. We said our goodbyes and headed off in a couple of groups, most down Beach Rd as planned the views were still quite nice and the weather wasn’t to bad until the Westgate freeway at which point if we thought we were wet before we were shown that we hadn’t seen anything yet. I just want to say thanks to those who attended, Ray, Helen, Glenn, Graham, Gary, Eddie, Leno, Andrew, Joe (who has attended all meet the neighbors rides), Doug, Merv, Yogi and the girl with the tight leathers and sports bike in the Burnley tunnel. Having you join in makes it all worth organizing, and of course to my co producer Chris who actually does all the organizing thanks mate. To all those who missed out I hope you will join us on the next Meet the neighbors #4

“The For-quell” destination to be announced.

P.S. Sorry if you’re still humming Gilligan’s Island but it should wear off in a day or two

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