Porepunkah Xmas Camp 26^th Dec. to 2^nd Jan. 2003

Day One (Thursday)

Christmas day…afternoon…began loading trailer and car for the annual trip to Porepunkah leaving on Boxing Day. Boxing Day morning…finished loading the car and headed off the back way through Yarra Glen, Glenburn to Yea, up the Highway to Bonnie Doon and on to Mansfield where we stopped for lunch. We were there about half an hour when Ben and Liz arrived just as we were leaving. Pete was bringing his bike up on Ben’s trailer, because his back wasn’t all that good. He had been off work with a crook back for a couple of weeks.

Julie and I carried on over the hill through Tolmie to Whitfield, Moyhu to Oxley, Milawa to Gapsted, and Myrtleford to Porepunkah camp. Had to find out where our sites were. They were opposite the toilet / shower block. Good place to be…watch all the talent go by…a few sights for sore eyes I can tell you…

Next horrible job is unloading everything and then having to put the tent up….yaaaahhhh. Julie’s sister, Carol, and her daughter Philippa, arrived next and we gave them a hand to put up their tent as well. Then I went for a wander and found Les Leahy camped under the trees. Cliff and Barbara arrived much later and we gave them a hand to put up their tent as well…getting pretty good at it. Julie Warden had also arrived and was waiting on Ben. Liz and Ben arrived not long after we did, Pete in tow as well. I thought they might have passed me on the way to the camp since they were on the bikes. Liz said Pete had arrived at Mansfield and had lunch as well, hence the time delay.

About 5 pm I asked Ben about doing a run up Buffalo. He looked at his watch and said, “Okay”. I went to the tent to put my gear on and found I had left my leathers at home…not happy…so I had to wear my Dri Rider gear. I didn’t take any notes while I was up there so I just might forget a few things…

Riders: Ben, Pete, Liz, Cliff, and Ron. Off we go. Pete came along for the ride to see how his back would fare. The trip up was uneventful. They have done some work on the road and there were some loose stones, which made it a little uncomfortable in places. The road wasn’t in as good a condition as last year. My bike seemed to run a bit funny, probably due to the altitude. I had replaced the rear tyre before I came away because the other one didn’t have enough tread on it. Then I had to take it back to the shop to get it balanced. We went to the usual car park and admired the view and made comments about the people who abseil and camped half way down the rock face overnight on New Years Eve on a piece of string and a board…not for the faint hearted… After a while we came back down Buffalo and back to camp.

Day Two (Friday) Meet at camp for 9.30.am departure. Destination: Dartmouth Dam / boat ramp.

Riders: Liz, Pete, Cliff, Enzo, Ben, Ray, Derek and Ron

We left the camp and got fuel at the Porepunkah General Store before heading off to Bright and the Tawonga Gap. This must be one of everybody’s favourite pieces of road. Don’t you just love it… straight road, sweeping curves and then get into that up-hill climb, and maybe stop at the carpark at the top, or you can just carry on down the twisty bit on the other side. Good for sorting the boys from the girls out, that one. At the bottom, we turned left and followed the Kiewa Valley Highway to Running Creek, where Pete decided to go back to the camp because of his back. He followed the Happy Valley road back to Ovens, and back to Porepunkah while the rest of us carried on to the Dartmouth Dam via Kiewa, Tangambalanga, Eskdale and Mitta Mitta where we got food and drink.

Usual bulldust about the road, how we were riding and any near misses we might have had. From memory it was warm, and I was stuck with wearing my Dri-Rider gear - like wearing a sauna jacket. Time to move on to the Dam.

The road from the turn off to the Dam is an excellent high speed road with sweeping corners, and don’t spare the horses (grouse). At Dartmouth the road to the boat ramp is tight and twisty, up hill and down dale; one must keep their wits about them. At the boat ramp a short stop and questions were asked about fuel. Everybody was okay, Ray was on reserve and so was I, but I was going to get fuel at Mitta Mitta and the rest were going to back to Eskdale.

Mad fang back to Omeo Highway, and then I back tracked the 2 kilometres to Mitta Mitta. As I was getting ready to leave, Enzo arrived and said Cliff had a puncture and was 5 kilometres back from the turn off. Enzo asked about puncture repair kit and I told him Ben had one as Rob Langer hadn’t arrived at the Camp yet, and he had the kit. I told Enzo to go back and tell Cliff that I would catch up with Ben and bring it back and fix it, (or at least that’s what I thought). I chased after Ben while Enzo got fuel and went back.

In the meantime I went hell-for-leather trying to catch the others. (What’s new?) Caught up with Ray following Cliff just out of Lords Cutting, and spoke to Ray…. and finished with, “I better go back and get Enzo.” I did a U turn on this corner, saw one 4WD but not the other and he nearly ran into me (pity). Another mad fang back towards Mitta Mitta to the turn-off to Dartmouth Dam.

After about 4.5 kms I thought “nobody’s here”, so I pulled up to do a U turn. Enzo came screaming down the road, did a U’ee and I explained to Enzo what had happened. Off we went again, at a fair clip, to Eskdale. Further down the road Ray and Ben came looking for us. We stopped and explained what had happened, (yeah..yeah..yeah…) Back on the bikes and back to Eskdale.

It was v.e.r.y warm when we got there. Quick drink. Cliff left his bike at the back of the Ghost Office and I took him on the back of my bike the rest of the way home. Everybody kept together until we got to the Happy Valley Highway. Once we started in the twisty bits in the hills I had to take it easy with Cliff on the back. I managed to catch the others up near Ovens. Cliff said he hadn’t been that fast on the back bike while being a pillion.

At Ovens…we all stop. Ray had a stone go through his screen on his 1000, making a real mess. Cliff and I carried on to Myrtleford to see if he could pick up a new tyre for his bike because he had a hole in his tyre about the size of a 5 cent piece – impossible to plug. The Yamaha dealer was closed, so we went to the AG Shop where they sold lots of different things. There on the shelf were 3 tyres, a 120 front, a 190 and a 180 rear. Cliff ummed and aarhed about the tyre size, only because the 12 had a 200 on it. I said take the 190 cause it would steer better; it was either that or go to Wangaratta the next day. He ended up buying the 190 and was extremely happy with the result.

It must have looked funny, two-up with a back pack and a tyre under one arm as we headed back to camp. Once back at the camp we changed out of our bike gear, put the trailer onto the car and went back to Eskdale to pick up the bike. We did the trip twice, all except for going to the Dam. When we got back to the camp we had travelled around 750 kms for the day. Long day.

Day Three ( Saturday): Meet at camp for 9.30 am departure. Destination: Tawonga Gap / Falls Creek.

Riders: Pete, Liz, Ben, Martin and Carmen, Ray, Bruce, Mike, Enzo, and Rob Langer.

While the others are off enjoying themselves, Cliff and I are hard at work changing the tyre on his ZX12R (much to Ben’s amusement, he didn’t think we would be able to do it just using a couple of tyre levers, screwdriver, (large) hammer and bits of card board. Easy. (Actually Ron, I had absolutely no doubt you could do it. I once witnessed Tom Saville repair 15 punctures on his R80 over the course of a five and a half week ride to Cape York and back with nothing more than what he carried – tyre levers, screw driver and a hand pump – and whatever was handy – sticks and sand. …Ed.) Ben said to me, “I will get you to do mine in a couple of days.” We used the compressor that Craig had in the shed to pump the tyre up, instead of having to go to a service station. I said to Ben, “When you are on the farm you have to make do with what you’ve got and you have to do it yourself. The last time I was down on the farm, I gave Cliff a hand to take a tyre off the tractor (rear) using a crowbar and a sledge hammer, exciting.” The only thing we didn’t do after changing the tyre was balance it.

Mt Buffalo….we did the usual jaunt up there, Pete, Liz, Les Leahy, Cliff, Derek, and myself. Jon Riddett drove up in his car with Cliff’s niece, Phillippa. On the way down we passed luge riders, dudes in full motorcycle leathers with a crash hats, gloves and boots, lying on their backs on stretched skate boards going flat out down Buffalo. After passing one, a bit further down there were another five. Great to watch, and they weren’t hanging around either. We had to stay behind them for a while before we could pass. I only wish I had stayed behind them for longer, because they were great to watch. I reckon they were doing about 80 km/h when I was following. Jon stopped and spoke to them, and even got them on film which was good to watch. He said they were going up Hotham the next day, and heading towards Omeo. He told Jon they get up some speed going down there.

Back to camp. We had to buy a new airbed, cause the one I bought last year kept going flat (stupid thing) and we’d wake up on the ground. Not good! A bit hard on the back.

Day Four (Sunday): 9.30.am departure. Destination: Happy Valley, Tawonga Gap, Falls Creek.

Riders: Pete, Liz, Ben, Ian, Cliff and Ron

Pete and Liz were going home after the short ride. We did this ride in reverse to normal. Ben led us down the Ovens Highway to Ovens where we turned right and headed into the Happy Valley. Going this way you have some straights with nice sweeping corners and we eventually come to the forest where we start a gradual climb. Some of the corners tighten as we go through to the top and then we come down again and end up at Running Creek where we turn right and head towards Tawonga Gap.

From memory it was a very warm day. At Tawonga Gap, we stopped and said our good byes to Liz and Pete. As Ben led them up the Gap, Ian, Cliff and myself headed off for Falls Creek. Ian was going to leave us at Bogong, because his partner, Kerrie was up there hiking with a club.

Mt Beauty, what a quaint place, with a new roundabout going at the bottom of the hill where the servo is.

The road up to Falls Creek is fabulous, though it was hot and sticky today. I led at the start and Ian passed me a short while later. Either, I was going too slow, or he was showing off how good his new bike is, (pretty good because it handles a lot better than my whale, ha ha ha ). Anyway, as I was saying, the road just flows from one corner to the next. You just flick the bars from side to side, no trouble, and smooth, just like a baby’s bum. I managed to hold quite good corner speed which is unusual for me, had no problems going round the corners flat out….

We left Ian at Bogong and carried on up to top. What a ride and not a bad view from the top car park. (Pity I left my camera back at the camp.) We had a look around the place, went past the general store and shop at the bottom and ended up at a coffee shop where the picture theatre is (That’s what happens when you don’t take time to read signs). We got a hot drink and something to eat, wasn’t too bad either. Milchs was the name of the place. (I think, can’t you see the smoke rising.) Back down at the car there were some bikers, two Blackbirds, an SP 1, and I can’t remember what the others were. I said to Cliff, “A bit of competition.” I was itching to give someone a go down the hill, and had to settle for chasing Cliff for a little while.

There were a few cyclists using the hill for practising on. Just before Bogong, some dude on an SP1 passed us going the other way, and I felt like doing a U turn and chasing him back up the hill. (I was just in that sort of mood).

Stopped at the information board at Bogong to see what was where. Told Cliff about the person on the SP 1. Stopped at the bottom of Mt Beauty and waited for Cliff. When he arrived he said he had run out of rear brakes, boiled the fluid. Sedate ride to Tawonga Gap, and then all hell breaks and I am chasing Cliff all the way, playing cat and mouse with him. We hit the top and keep going, and don’t spare the horses, back through Bright and back to camp.

Ben wanted to get the spare tyre off me because the one on his bike was only going to do another ride and then he would have to change it. After some discussion I rang my daughter, Kelly in Melbourne, about 4:30 pm. and asked her, would she bring my leathers and get two fat tyres out of the shed and meet me in Mansfield in a couple of hours. I had to ring her back at 5:00 pm because her partner, Marc was on his way over from Doncaster. I rung her back, every thing was in the car and ready to go. I told her, “See you at 7:00 pm. and wait at the roundabout outside the old bank building.”

Off I go on this excursion to Mansfield. I think it took me an hour and fifty mins to get there. I had a reasonable trip on the way over, had to stop for a leak at the bottom of the hill. At Cheshunt South a black Mazda passed me, but I caught up with it further up the hill - bit slow going up and stand on the gas pedal when the road straightens out. Don’t you just hate that. So I was stuck behind them all the way. I thought if I followed a bit close they might get the hint and pull over and let me pass. It didn’t work. They just hung in there… I did eventually pass on the long straight into Mansfield.

My daughter had not arrived so I went and filled up with gas while I waited, and the black Mazda I had passed pulled in as well. The female driver wasn’t bad either….Back to the round about to wait for Kelly and Marc. They turned up 10 mins later.

Got my leathers and two tyres and we all had something to eat. I filled my daughter’s partner’s car with petrol for bringing the gear to Mansfield for me. (Aren’t I kind.) Left Mansfield 7.00 pm and didn’t waste any time getting back. Got stuck behind a Hi Lux SR5 diesel going up the first of the hill, managed to pass them on the top of the first hill. There is a straight about 400 metres long. Had a good run across the top, came across a few kangaroos. Took me 40 mins from Mansfield to Whitfield, another 40 mins, Whitfield to Oxley, Oxley to Gapsted another 40, Gapsted to Porepunkah was going to be another 40 mins, except I got stopped by the long arm of the LAW, was doing 15 over the limit, nothing serious, just $200 and 3 points (“dickhead” from Julie J.).

I had just come past the ice signs at Eurobin, turned into the straight and saw headlights coming towards me. It wasn’t till we met that the flashing lights came on. Shit, too late, done like a dog’s dinner. I was disappointed, because the police took about ten minutes to write the ticket and ruined my run back to the camp. Meanwhile, while I was waiting for the ticket, a “P” plater in a Falcon wagon that I passed at Milawa would have been having a good laugh as he drove by…. I got back to the camp at ten to nine. I had still made good time. I broke the drought though; it was my first speeding ticket in over 18 months. (whoopee from Julie J.).

Day Five (Monday)

Danny had arrived about midnight, after riding from Condah via Hamilton, Ararat, Avoca, where he phoned through asking what the weather was like, because it started raining there. Barbara said, “It’s not raining here, it’s hot and sticky.” Maryborough, Bendigo, Rushworth, Violet Town to Glenrowan from where we got another phone call, saying “it was still raining, and how much further to go!!!!!” “Carry on to Milawa, Gapsted, Myrtleford to Porepunkah.” I think he must have been having second thoughts about coming, considering it had rained most of the way for him.

Short ride. 10.30.am departure. Happy Valley, Tawonga Gap Riders: Ben, Rob, Cliff, Danny, Bruce, Martin and Ron

Another hot day. Bruce and Martin joined the ride just out of Porepunkah. We all took it easy along the Ovens Highway to Ovens where we took off down the Happy Valley road. I just sat back at the back of the pack until we came to the bottom of the hill where I made my move, cutting my way through. A couple of the corners I went in a bit too hard, chasing Rob, a bit of a hand full, but managed to come out alright. (wake up call) Back down the highway to Mt Beauty where we attack the steep side of Tawonga Gap. I was right up Ben’s exhaust pipe all the way, not allowing him to slack off, lots of fun. At the top we regrouped at the car park. Time for a breather, considering the heat. Usual gossip, and Ben checking his tyre for wear, (time for a change!). Back down the other side, this is really great, because you can certainly get some speed up, and don’t spare the horses, and the corners are something else. Back at the camp it was all business, in the tyre fitting department. Ben borrowed Ian’s rear wheel stand. Ben and Cliff removed the rear wheel, then Cliff and I set to and changed the tyre. I think Ben was impressed !!! Kate and Pete had arrived and were keen observers, with Kate asking a few questions. It took four of us to put back wheel in, (old chinese proverb, many hands make light work). (Thanks Ron, Cliff and Danny. Excellent work in the very hot and sticky conditions and taking less than 30 minutes from start to finish. You have inspired me to go out and buy some tyre levers! ...Ed.)

Barbara wanted Cliff to look at a tyre in the trailer. When he did he discovered a long black snake in there. Cliff ain’t too keen on snakes. We all had a bit of a laugh about it. Jon Riddett had brought it back with him from Wangaratta. He was at a friend’s place and it was crawling across the verandah, so his mate shot it with a shotgun, but not before Jon had it on film. I didn’t go up Buffalo tonight.

Day Six (Tuesday)

It had been raining most of the night and in the morning it didn’t look too good. We were hoping to get one more ride in before some people left. It was a bit frustrating milling around the camp doing nothing, and hanging out to go for a ride at the same time. Before lunch there was this noise coming from somewhere, and sounded like a squadron of WW 2 fighter aircraft, but it wasn’t, it was a swarm of Hardley Dangerous motor cycles approaching. What a racket, the E.P.A. would have had a field day, but you know what government departments are like…… its easier to issue speeding tickets than harass a lot of BIKIES. Too much time and paper work. I spoke to Ben about doing a ride and we settled on a 2.30.pm leave. Have some lunch and get ready for our trek to Hotham / Omeo.

Riders: Ben, Cliff, Danny, Rob, Ian, Ray, Bruce and Ron.

Derek and Martin didn’t go… I wonder why (intuition, smart cookies) and who are the silly boys then…. Off to Bright we go to get fuel. Upon arrival the place is swarming with Gypsy Jokers. We got fuel, and Ben said we will take a run up Tawonga Gap and back because that would give the bikies a bit off space between them and us. Most of us agreed. Tawonga Gap here we come and here us roar. Stop at the car park at the top.

On the way up the road seemed to dry out. Had a brief discussion, waited about 10/15 minutes and then headed back down and carried on to Harrietville for fuel and check out the weather. Everybody agreed to carry on to Hotham.

As we neared the top it got a bit windy and you had to hang on. We waited at the car park for Bruce to arrive. I walked across the road to the building to go the loo and I spoke to one of the Gypsy Jokers on the way in. I asked how he was and replied the weather is f----d, I am from the West. Straight to the point.

Ray went over to see if he could buy a neck warmer, but he was shocked at the price, I think he said they wanted around the $60 mark. They certainly know how to make money, not friends. He didn’t buy one, needless to say. It was 11 degrees when we arrived, and time was 14.46.am. We carry on to Omeo for food. The weather picked up the further down the road we went. For those who haven’t been across the road from Dinner Plain to Omeo they don’t know what they are missing. Fabulous stretch of road. We passed a couple bikers on the way over, not showing them any mercy.

Towards Omeo Ian passed me on his bike. I tried to keep ahead of him but it was no good. Omeo, we stop at the first shop on the left, quite a good shop, plenty of seating, good food. More discussion between the lot of us. Danny was telling all of us, that he had ridden to Queensland before Xma sto see his Mum, about 2000 kms up, then rode about 2000 kms up there, then rode back to Condah, another 2000 kms, and then rode up to the camp. So in about 5 or 6 days he had ridden near on 7000 kms. Howzat !!!! And now he is doing all the kms with us and then riding back home. So I reckon he would do another 2 / 2500 kms by the time he got home…that’s a lot of kms in a couple of weeks, but that’s nothing to what he does when he goes shearing all over the country side.

It’s time to head back and Rob asks, “Should I put my wet weather gear on or not?” I said “You may as well.” He said “The clouds have come in”. I looked up and said I wasn’t going to worry about it. (Famous last words.)

Out of Omeo we go, quietly at first and then the pace picks up considerably, all going hell for leather. We were having a good run until half way up Dinner Plain when it started to rain, lightly at first then gradually got heavier. I cut back on my speed because, on some of the corners, on the shiny bits I had trouble with the bike having two wheel steer in the corners, (exciting) while you are going fast. Nearer the top the weather got worse, driving rain, wind, visibility reduced because of water on both sides of the visor.

As we hit the top of Dinner Plain, first car park, we hit fog and visibility was reduced to six foot in front of your face. Everybody virtually came to a screaming halt because you couldn’t see a damn thing. Frightening it was. You couldn’t even see the yellow line on the road. We all rode in second gear all the way, 40 kilometres an hour. At the top of Hotham I followed an early Pajero which was good, because it was a large square with two tail lights, easy to follow. We went through the tunnel up the hill, round a couple of corners and then it pulled into a car park. Damn!

From here on in it was s—t. It would have to be the worst weather I have encountered. I have had fog on the Takaka Hill in The Land Of The Long White Cloud, but nothing like this. We all followed each other, and could barely see each other’s tail light, except when the brakes went on, which was all the time. It would have to be the slowest trip ever across Hotham that any of us have done.

I passed a lone Gypsy Joker on the way down. The water had got into his electrics and the bike was not running too well at all.

Down to Harrietville, an urgent loo stop at the bottom before I stop at the store where the rest of them are parked. We all looked like drowned rats. Rob and Bruce had their wet weather gear on (smart move), Ben had his Dri-Rider pants on, but was still soaked through. We all had plenty to say about the weather, can t imagine why. I topped up on fuel, others had something to eat or drink, and then it was back to camp. Nothing worse than wet leather. At least my boots hold water. I was glad to have a hot shower after all that, and get into some dry clothes.

New Years Eve was a wet miserable affair and we did much of nothing, except sit under the tent canopy and talk. Had an early night, and listened to the rain.

Day Seven (Wednesday)

The rain had stopped overnight and it was a half reasonable sort of morning. Danny was going back to Condah this morning. Between Cliff and myself we were trying to sort out some dry clothes for him after the Hotham ride yesterday. His leathers were a little damp …..but he still wore them, hoping they would dry out… After breakfast we bid him farewell on his journey back home. Today Ben, Julie and Fiona were going home as well as a few others. Ray, Bruce, Ian, Rob had left the day before. Derek wasn’t going anywhere. We offered Ian a lift with his bike into the van, but by the time we got there Ray, Bruce and Derek were helping, so we just stood back and supervised. After lunch Cliff and I decided to do one last run before we left, rather than sit round doing nothing, and besides the weather was good.

Tawonga Gap / Falls Creek. Riders: Cliff, Ron

A quiet ride to Bright and to the turn off to the Gap. Still not riding very fast until halfway, where we picked the speed a bit. Over the top and down the other side to Mt Beauty. It was warm here. We stopped briefly and then set off for Falls Creek. It didn’t take long to get into the swing of things. It started to cool off halfway up and you noticed the difference, because the tyres weren’t hanging the same as they were a couple off days ago when it was stinking hot. We also passed a few push cyclists on the up and down.

We stopped at general store/café/bottle shop at the bottom car park this time. It was 11 degrees when we stopped. Upstairs we ordered a hot drink and something to eat, and enjoyed the view. A half hour passed and decided to head down, except Cliff left before me and it took a long time to catch him, and when I did it took a while to pass as well. After the Bogong turn off I was well ahead of Cliff and kept looking in the mirror to see where he was, and noticed on one corner he was standing up, and thought to myself he wasn’t going to make it, but he did. I slowed down and stopped at the bottom by the roundabout and waited for him. On arrival he was a little shaken, and said he went in a bit hot and nearly lost it, but made it round okay. I told him, I was watching him in the mirror and I didn’t think he was going to make it either, but he did. (How to get the adrenalin pumping.)

Rode quietly through Mt Beauty to the turn off for the Gap and it was on, Cliff in the lead. I was right up his exhaust pipe giving him a bit of a push all the way to the top. Stopped at the car park for a breather and a bit of a chat. We had only been there 5 minutes and we hear this bike being cranked up the hill. We looked at each other wondering what it was. This big guy on a GSX 1400 with a full Akrapovic system pulls up, and the next thing you know, we start talking to him about the bike, the tyres, where have you been riding, blah, blah, blah, as well as the full system it had a Power Commander 3. The guy’s name was Hector and he turned out to be a bit of a dag. By putting the Akrapovic system on he lightened the bike 20 kilos, and the Power Commander 3 made it put out a lot more torque than standard. I had a look at his rear tyre and it was chewing itself to bits. I asked what pressure he was running, he said 33 lbs, I told him he ought to run 40 / 42 lbs, because at the rate he was going there would be nothing left. More talk, I gave him a card and explained about the Club, and suggested he come and visit us at the camp where we would have more time to talk, considering he was supposed to be back in Bright to take his kids for a swim.

We all left the Gap together at a great rate of knots back to Bright. At the camp we loaded our bikes onto the trailers and packed up some the gear. Instead of doing it in the morning Hector arrived about 9 pm and we settled in for a chat. He introduced himself to every body, and one thing led to another and we all had a good time, tall tales from the legendary past, you know how it is. I think he left about 11 pm. He has a brother who has a Bandit the same as mine and I can’t remember what the other fellow rode, but they seem to do a bit of after-hours riding. I told him to look us up on the web site for more information. Hopefully we might see him in the future.

Day Eight (Thursday) Porepunkah to Melbourne.

Early wake up, get organised, dismantle tents and pack the rest of the gear up, what a job…. Derek saw us and we said our goodbyes and went on our merry way back to Melbourne, but not before having breakfast at Maccas in Glenrowan. (Breakfast of champions.) Arrive home and have to sort all the gear out and put the wet tents out to dry.

Social Sip tonight as well, it was well attended and a good way to finish of the holiday. Cliff’s bike trailer was a talking point, he made it especially, just to suit the ZX12. Everybody who looked at it was impressed. Rear axle had a shaft going through it, supported by two “A” frames bolted to the floor. The front axle had a shaft going through it, and was secured by two turnbuckles bolted to the floor, and a bracket holding the front wheel in place.

I hope every body enjoyed themselves. I don’t think we did as much riding as last year, but this year seemed to be more social than last year. I too have booked our sites for next year.

Ron Johnston (Suzuki Bandit 1200)