AMAMOOR / KIN KIN .
the night before the 15th, and all through the house, not a creature
was stirring, not even a mouse (except for the rather large biped blundering
around the vicinity of the fridge, intent on doing bodily harm to the
aluminium-clad inhabitants thereof). A thought struggled through the murky mists
of this creature’s mind; something to do with
tomorrow…..something…..almost got it….not to be missed. Out of the corner
of his bleary eye, the glimpse of a shape in the corner of the shed…the
bike…the ride….the Sunday. Whoops, almost slipped past me. Into the archives
(marvellous things, these newsletters. Much too difficult in this condition to
operate electronic machinery) to find time and place.
After a good snooze, it was off to the appointed
meeting place (aren’t we all going to be knackered if it changes?) in great
weather to meet up with the crew. A good gathering (and flay me with birch twigs
if I forget you – I drink, therefore I forget), including Lyndon, Neil,
Marcus, Al., Jonno, JD., Ray, Lou & Janine, Jeff, Gary H….
Lyndon slowed me down by making demented monkey gestures indicating that my tyre
was flat (obviously realising subterfuge is the only way to get past the
Bluebird of Happiness), we sailed off along Gold Creek Rd, then on to Skyring
Creek Rd. At the T junction at the end, much confusion reigned, as we saw Lou
& Janine roar off to the left – we were sure Amamoor was more toward the
Gympie area. We decided not to do the lemming thing, and turned right to head
out to the park where toothsome snags have been partaken in the past.
The scene was set with a wisp of smoke curling
upwards from the expertly tended fire, and it wasn’t long before the bangers
were a sizzlin’. The smell quickly attracted a couple of late arrivals,
drooling at the lips like deranged hyenas (no offence, folks), as Rob, Cowboy
and Dellis (after too long away) arrived on the scene. The first of our “Pay
as you Scoff” barbies ensued, with great success and joy from all attendees.
It would have been even better, except JD was distracted by a buggered battery
and left the onions sitting at home. No blame apportioned though, as we all know
how easy it is to get distracted
age……hey – look at the way that cursor blinks at me….. Huh? What?
Where was I??
The plan from Amamoor was to follow Rob and the Wild Tiger through
Gympie, and out to a little known road, the secret of which is only revealed to
those who have passed the 7th level of YamaSukiSakiDa, and even then
under pain of Twisted Gonads if
they pass on the secret to unworthies. The road was a hoot, with no traffic and
the only sounds the roar of the bikes, and the slight eeeeep! issuing from
beneath my and JD’s helmets when we managed to run a bit wide on one corner.
Beautiful, predictable road, that required a bit of a breather at the end where
it turned into dirt, a bit of a chat , and then a fang back to Gympie, for a run out to the Kin Kin pub.
Cowboy had opted out of this stage, as Dellis was feeling a bit off (not as off
as she would have felt if she had heard the half time discussion), and was to
meet us at Kin Kin.
Tin Can Bay Rd. led to another road (first one past the big green rubbish
bins, for those of you who don’t know it), and on to the Rubbidy dub. Rob must
be a fantastic rider, because I can’t believe a Triumph could make him look
that good. Very quick through the sweepers, enough for me to put up the white
flag and concede defeat. At the pub, we found Cowboy and Dellis had headed off,
sick of waiting for us to arrive (he should know by now how easy it is for
children to lose track of time when they’re having a good time!) Some partook
of a solid lunch, while others stuck with the liquid variety. Steve M turned up,
out on his Sunday sojourn, and invited all and sundry to retire to his deck on
the return. It was decided that Brian deserved a visit from us on the way home,
so we rocked up to his place for coffee, tea, and some very nice choccy bickies.
A good time was had by all, and from there we went our different ways, heading
off to obligations, work, or Steve’s place. A perfect day, with some cruising,
scratching, bullshit, barbie (by the way, thanks to all members for embracing
our Pay as you Scoff barbies – we collected $27.00 from 24 snags!!) and a
couple of good laughs.
Shiny Side Up