At the Coombah Roadhouse, with the Chair of Despair (COD):
And Sophie Whiptank, rider of the COD:
Norm, whom you've met on this blog before, when I joined him and Don on my SR500, who is Mr Fix-it for us sorry lads on stupid bikes:
Ant, founder of the club and blower-upper of bikes. In desperation he took a 250 Suzuki to Broken Hill. The gear box blew on the way back.
Don, after taking drugs?
Fred, the 79yo who rode his English Royal Enfield, a 500 Meteor, from Taree. Fred got his first Royal Enfield 65 years ago.
At Gus' production-line multiple-shed mini-Triumph-restoration factory:
There's a few rallies coming up on the calendar. First of all, I believe I might be riding my Bullet with these lads into the Mallee soon on a semi-informal rally. And then there's the AGM a few hundred kms away, for which again the Bullet will hit the road. But two weeks before that the SR500 Club has its annual Rally in Bethanga, for which I might also ride the Bullet just to be stupid (it's a W650 task, really) following this regular's lead - a bike whose owner spends his time on it attending rallies up and down the eastern seaboard of Australia:
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