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18-08-2003, 08:21am
Sunday 17th dawned overcast with a threat of rain in the air but that did not stop 6 intrepid souls from braving the elements (it is Qld) and setting off for what turned out to be a bloody good ride.
The Caltex Carseldine turned out to be too hard to find for anybody else and Rosie and I sat there giving our best "shag on a rock" impression until we finally left on our own to ride over the ranges to meet up with the South siders.
Pissed off? you betcha! There were 3 mobile numbers posted on this board, the least that could have done was a lousy phone call to let us know.:">
OK no more bitchin' on with the ride.
After a cold, foggy ride up over Mt. Glorious we arrived 40 mins. late at Esk where Bill and Ken on Busas, Lloyd on an immaculate new Bandit and John on a mid 80s Honda 4 were waiting patiently (thanks guys) for our arrival.
It was decided to ride to Johs country (Kingaroy) for lunch but on leaving Esk it appeared that there was a patrol car allotted to each bike. There was bloody wallopers every where.
It was too much for Pooh who pulled off and sat trembling in a side street until the threat was over. Something you're not telling us Ken?
Anyway on to Kingaroy, great ride, lots of fast straights and long fast sweepers. The speeds were kept to an affordable level but the further west we rode the colder it became until we arrived in Kingaroy cold as frogs and sorely in need of a Bundy and/or coffee.
The pub didn't serve meals on a Sunday but seeing as though there were 6 of us came up with what must have been the best steak sandwiches in Qld.
It was a bike friendly pub and we were all invited to return.
It was about here that John realized that old Bol d'ors need to be followed by a fuel truck. Poor bloke, in its current state of tune the Honda was only giving about 150 ks to a tank which resulted in him arriving at the pub somewhat later than the rest of us.
For the next couple of hours we chatted and got to know one another.......what a diverse bunch of bastards we were! thrown together by a common love of everything 2 wheels.
After we saddled up everyone returned back the way we came to the Esk turnoff where we went straight on home through Kilcoy and Caboolture and the others went via Esk and Fernvale to their respective destinations.
Rosie and I had a great time and would certainly be up for another ride. Maybe after Phillip Island sometime.
No one got booked (eh Pooh) no one got a scratch and I think everybody had a good time so I think it must be deemed a successful ride despite the lousy start.
It was slightly damp riding over Mt Glorious and we got sprinkled on coming down the range from Blackbutt but other than that no rain and no slips and slides.
"Man of the ride" or should that be "Person of the ride" (Geez this political correctness gives me the shits) must go to John on the Bol d'or. You are a legend mate, it was running on 3 cylinders more time than not, it ate juice like it was 20 cent a litre and an overtaking manouvre required an innordinate ammount of time on the wrong side of the road to complete.
I wouldn't have taken that bike further than spitting distance from a repairer. It just goes to prove that you do not need to have the latest and greatest to enjoy motorcycling to the fullest.
See ya next time guys, maybe we will get a better turnout and a couple of girls wouldn't go astray either.
Regards
CB
The Caltex Carseldine turned out to be too hard to find for anybody else and Rosie and I sat there giving our best "shag on a rock" impression until we finally left on our own to ride over the ranges to meet up with the South siders.
Pissed off? you betcha! There were 3 mobile numbers posted on this board, the least that could have done was a lousy phone call to let us know.:">
OK no more bitchin' on with the ride.
After a cold, foggy ride up over Mt. Glorious we arrived 40 mins. late at Esk where Bill and Ken on Busas, Lloyd on an immaculate new Bandit and John on a mid 80s Honda 4 were waiting patiently (thanks guys) for our arrival.
It was decided to ride to Johs country (Kingaroy) for lunch but on leaving Esk it appeared that there was a patrol car allotted to each bike. There was bloody wallopers every where.
It was too much for Pooh who pulled off and sat trembling in a side street until the threat was over. Something you're not telling us Ken?
Anyway on to Kingaroy, great ride, lots of fast straights and long fast sweepers. The speeds were kept to an affordable level but the further west we rode the colder it became until we arrived in Kingaroy cold as frogs and sorely in need of a Bundy and/or coffee.
The pub didn't serve meals on a Sunday but seeing as though there were 6 of us came up with what must have been the best steak sandwiches in Qld.
It was a bike friendly pub and we were all invited to return.
It was about here that John realized that old Bol d'ors need to be followed by a fuel truck. Poor bloke, in its current state of tune the Honda was only giving about 150 ks to a tank which resulted in him arriving at the pub somewhat later than the rest of us.
For the next couple of hours we chatted and got to know one another.......what a diverse bunch of bastards we were! thrown together by a common love of everything 2 wheels.
After we saddled up everyone returned back the way we came to the Esk turnoff where we went straight on home through Kilcoy and Caboolture and the others went via Esk and Fernvale to their respective destinations.
Rosie and I had a great time and would certainly be up for another ride. Maybe after Phillip Island sometime.
No one got booked (eh Pooh) no one got a scratch and I think everybody had a good time so I think it must be deemed a successful ride despite the lousy start.
It was slightly damp riding over Mt Glorious and we got sprinkled on coming down the range from Blackbutt but other than that no rain and no slips and slides.
"Man of the ride" or should that be "Person of the ride" (Geez this political correctness gives me the shits) must go to John on the Bol d'or. You are a legend mate, it was running on 3 cylinders more time than not, it ate juice like it was 20 cent a litre and an overtaking manouvre required an innordinate ammount of time on the wrong side of the road to complete.
I wouldn't have taken that bike further than spitting distance from a repairer. It just goes to prove that you do not need to have the latest and greatest to enjoy motorcycling to the fullest.
See ya next time guys, maybe we will get a better turnout and a couple of girls wouldn't go astray either.
Regards
CB