Moss Vale Park - 6^th April, 1975

Sunday the sixth saw the club leave KBCP lead by Michael Formaini and as rear rider, Big Daddy. First stop was Harrison House where we picked up some boys for a day’s outing with us as had been arranged by Michael. The letter said he was going to do a fast 50, and he did.

We met the remainder of the group at Cranbourne, then off to Leongatha, where we stopped to pick up our supplies for the barbeque. I did not see much of the riding as I was near the front on the trip out, but at Leongatha Big D. said that his rear wheel went awry; not the best when he had to brake hard because someone in front braked hard. Someone else found out that white lines are slippery. I might say here that almost all the roads were wet, showers, very heavy ones, too at times, were everywhere but we did not, fortunately ride through any.

At Moss Vale Park, several things were happening; some were chasing sheep. Whether they were going to eat it or save it when they caught it, I don’t know. Meanwhile, in the shelter, Chris the Kwaka Kid was banging his meat on the table saying: “has anyone got meat as hard as this?” to which remark I naturally added; “Time to worry when it’s not that hard!” The truth is all the sausages and steak was frozen, which meant a lot of people had meat overcooked on the outside and raw inside.

But I go too fast…. The fire was going in the fireplace in the shelter shed. What were we going to cook on as there was nothing there. Trevor Michie, a 4-wheel bikie for the day, came to the rescue with a 15” diameter grille from a portable barbeque. So armed with this large cooking top, 20 people joined a queue to cook their meat. Meanwhile, outside, Fagan was making doughnuts on the wet grass, and with Gary Osborn, was doing 100 without moving, or was it to splash mud on cars and people?

While here, one of the showers caught up with us; better here than while travelling. After we left, we went via Mirboo North to Trafalgar where we stopped for coffee etc. Returning to Melbourne on two occasions the Guzzi went slowly, as if there was water in the carbies. Sorry for holding you up, Big D.

At Dandenong we stopped. From there some went home, others went to Graham & Helen’s place, and those with Hostel boys as pillions went back to Harrison House. The boys can act well if they didn’t really enjoy themselves. I noticed Katrina’s brother along on his first club run, on L plates, riding Kate’s old 350 Honda. Chris Thorn went all day without dropping his bike once.

On leaving Harrison House I went for two hours sleep, and then off to work, after my first club run riding my bike for 6 months.

------ Lloyd ------