An article from yesteryear, reprinted from the Whitehorse Whisperers, our Club magazine when the Club was called “The Motor Scooter Association of Victoria”. Count the number of crashes!
At
We waited at Lilydale for about 10 minutes and then proceeded to Healesville and got there about 10.45. While some nut went for petrol, the others stayed around and talked bikes. One nut jumped on a Maico and at the same time fell off the back of it. How’s your leg Brian?
After all this
excitement we all then went off to Marysville at the speed of a thousand
turtles. We arrived at 12.00, just in time for lunch. We had a choice of cold
pies, burnt
Having had lunch
we started off to
Meanwhile the cars were still battling on, but had to stop after the Mini disappeared into a rut. Lale and Steve fell off later, but were alright. Sue went off walking in the bush and fell into a creek. Barney went off and got lost, (Dirty Dawg). About three-quarters of an hour later, Ken came back with what looked like a body draped over the back of his scooter. Turns out to be a raincoat filled with snow. So the big fight started with Sue in the middle of it. After all the snow had been thrown the others finally came back and said that Ralf had also fallen off his bike.
We then headed
back towards Marysville where we had some refreshments and went back to
Healesville where, who should be there, but Big Daddy (aka Peter Philferan ..Ed). He slept in again. Arrived back at the
Bowl (Southern Cross Ten Pin Bowl,
Cryptic Comments
“What went on in the back of the Mini? Graham.”
“Why don’t you wash your bike Steve?”
“Sue, meet Howard!!”
Welcome to
Bill –
Richard – Triumph Tigress 250
Tony – on his father’s BMW (300 cc per cylinder)
“Raseac”
A letter to Howard from Sue.
Dear Howard,
I’ve plotted and schemed to get you to notice me. I’ve waited at the corner in the hope of seeing you, and I’ve even touched your motor bike just because it’s yours. But you treat me as if I don’t exist. Don’t be cruel. You couldn’t care less how you treated me. If I die of love for you, it will be your fault.
Sue