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Afternoon in SA, July 5th... as reported by
A forecast of
threatening heavy rain and wind plus a fisherman's wind-reading
ability led to the postponement of our planned overnighter near Strathalbyn. It looked like a day in the workshop instead.
But no, a few hours after notifying everyone of the event's no-go, I
heard the welcome sound of loud motorcycle exhausts out the front of
our place. Minutes later two bikes pulled up by my workshop.
Brian and Greg had
decided to go for a ride anyway and somehow ended up here!. A
few minutes later Peter rolled up on his son's sports bike with daughter
on the back. He wasn't about to be cheated out of a ride just
because of threatening weather either.
At the sound of all these bikes, our
son Paul came out and got enthused to get his 500/4 fired up... a
bit difficult as I'd stolen his tank for a customer (he didn't like
it anyway!). So he found the original tank and after half an
hour had rigged it up and hooked up the petrol lines. Quite a
few kicks later it started! Well it hadn't been run for a
while. Then Paul and Brian's lad disappeared on Brian's yammie
chopper and the CB500, while the rest of us went inside for a cuppa.
Paul kicking the umpteenth
kick... Detlin in foreground.
So what now? Me, "Let's go for for a
short cruise." All agreed. A quick call to Dave in
Hackham confirmed he'd be in on it too. Peter had to take off home, so that left
Brian, his son Detlin, Greg and I to get our gear on and take off.
After picking up petrol at McLaren Vale we blasted off to Morphett
Vale. Dave had been called into work, so we figured we'd drop
into Pete's and check out his "trike in progress"... and a beautiful
job he's doing too. Pete's lad James had just rolled in on
home on his sports bike and joined in on the conversation. He
declined our invite to join us back on the road, so once again with
roar of exhausts we headed off to... somewhere!
Pete, Detlin, Brian, Greg, Petes son, James...
Well... as it turned out, somewhere
ended up being a twisty ride up through the hills behind Reynella,
across to Cherry Gardens and into Stirling. Great little run, real
twisty roads, nice scenery and a few sheer drops with no roadside
fencing. Brian just sat 10 yards behind me the whole way...
says he could judge what was coming next by the changes in my
After a twenty minute rest and
toilet stop we took of once again this time onto the Freeway back
into Adelaide, with me powering off on the Blackwood turnoff with
much arm waving on everyone's part. Now for a pleasant and
uneventful ride home... well not so...
A couple of hundred yards past the
turnoff, I idled by an unmarked car with its flashing lights on
behind some poor coot pulled to the side of the road; No sweat
A hundred yards further on a patrol
car flashes past... hmmm cops are thick.
Three miles up the road I see flashing
lights in my mirror way back. A car pulls over. Another
poor coot. What were they doing wrong? Uhoh! He's
passed and is behind me. I pull over to let him pass. NO
luck . He pulls over and hits me with his loud speaker. "Pull
over in a drive way!" I turn left into the next street.
"You are operating a radar detecting
device which is illegal. I need to search you and your
vehicle." What? A radar device?
A lengthy conversation continues
between one incredulous rider and one incredulous cop. I am
informed I have set the anti-radar detection detection devices off
in both cop cars. I turn out my pockets, camera pouch and
the pocket knife "you should not be wearing" and he goes through the
bags on front and rear of my shovel. I am informed that most
guys try to "b@ll^t their way through, but I am obviously genuine...
but the poor bloke is still walking around my chopper trying to work
it out. He then admits I am the second bike that has set off
their devices, without having the naughty thing! Still he
decides to put his car in front of me (see pic) and gets me to start
the bike just in case... but to no avail.
He apologises, wishes me a pleasant
trip and leaves. He does let me take a pic though to prove it
After picking up petrol in Blackwood I
do enjoy my remaining miles. The shovel is running beautifully
and I just love swinging through the curves, opening up the throttle
at any opportunity just to feel her 'bite'.
I decide at the last moment to drop in
on another club member, Henry as I pass through Reynella. His
chopped Virago is out of regio at the moment, but as soon as winter
is over, he'll be back on the road... at least his bike stays
shinier than mine!
I finally roll onto our drive way and
power the shovel into its shed. Another terrific day.
Could have ridden for another few hundred miles though. Well
better be satisfied. One does have to be home sometimes and at
least try to pay the bills...
Bundy biker in
SA... as reported by
Pete, is from
Bundaberg in Queensland. He grew up in Osborne, a suburb of
Adelaide in South Australia and brought his lads down for a week to
show them his old stamping grounds.
The SA Choppers
Australia blokes decided to give him a royal welcome and a number of
us were able to get together with him last Thursday evening.
Greg who lives with in fifteen minutes of where Pete was staying
offered his bachelor pad as our venue.
Pete picked up
Brian who was close by, Tim and I (Prof) came down on my trusty
shovel. Ken rocked up on four wheels, as his DOHC Honda
chopper is still a project in progress. He assured us (and I
reckon he's shooting straight) he would have been down on his bike
despite the cold if he could have!
We all arrived around 6pm and after
introductions, it didn't us long (being true bikers) to get out to
Greg's shed to see what he was up to.
Greg, Pete and Brian and Greg's 'spare'
Meanwhile, Ken and Tim were discussing Greg's run
around bike (his CB750 is still a project)
What you can have in your lounge if you are a
bachelor (Polished CB 750 parts)...
About all that is left of Greg's first CB750
chopper... genuine 70's airbrushing...
Pizza, chopper mags and great conversation (Tim,
Pete, Greg &Ken)...
Time to take off. Brian,
Pete, Greg, Tim and Ken with Shovel and some decorative sword blanks
tied to sissy bar courtesy of Ken...
Discussion between various parties was
pretty well continuous and invigorating. We were even treated
to a presentation from Ken on casting of small objects such as tank
badges etc... in fact we all come away feeling we had not only had a
great time and made some new friendships, but also learnt much from
each other as well.
The guys decided that the night was
just so good that it had to be repeated, so the SA boys are planning
another night soon.
(If you want to catch
up with other CA guys on a weeknight every few months call Tim on
0413 347 745)
Finally time to go, so I got a group
photo in the lights of Ken's car and Tim and I took off.
The ride home was even better than
coming, as we were still on a bit of a high from the terrific
camaraderie of the evening. The shovel motor truly sang along
in tune with our buoyant mood, getting plenty of opportunities to
zoom past traffic... and blast up cement Hill passing every thing in
Great experience. Great friends.
Great night... and it won't be the last by a long shot!
June Cape Jervois
Run... as reported by
around with promises of showers, but turned out fine though a bit
chilly in places. Most of the CA folks had other things on;
being a long weekend, and a couple of blokes had the flu, so it was
a small contingent that showed the chopper flag down south.
Brian had an early
and very cold start rolling into our yard at 10am. He reckoned
the wiring problems encountered last run had been sorted out, but we
found out later in the day that his alternator is not charging, so
there is still work to be done.
I could hear
the distinct XS yammie sound as he came up over the hump bridge just
down from our place. A nice hot coffee was just the thing as
we waited for Kevin to show. Just before he arrived, we went up to
the workshop, so Brian could check out progress on Kevin's triumph
chopper project... he reckons it's looking good.
A phone call from Paul who was meeting
us down the coast came just as we were leaving. He'd rushed
into Adelaide to look at a car for a mate and had actually passed
Brian along Marion Road. He was now back home and working out
where to meet us.
The three of us cruised in formation
through Sellicks (major renovations at the pub). Travelling at
95 k's saved us having to pass cars and allowed time to enjoy the
scenery. Before Myponga, we turned right up over the high
ridge to the Reservoir, providing magnificent views over the gulf
and back along the coast towards Adelaide. Weather was very
overcast, but still great riding. the reservoir was a good place to
stop and take a few pics. Waiting for the other two I spent a
couple of minutes threading the shovel between large rocks placed to
stop cars going into the pedestrian area... any opportunity for a
bit of slow speed manoeuvring practice...
Cruising through Normanville, my
attention was grabbed by a very loud whistle. Paul was filling
up his Jap cruiser at the servo. A few minutes later with Paul in
the lead, we four cruised off down towards Cape Jervois. Great
road and nice sitting behind Paul's very load pipes. When I
commented on his spectacular exhaust note (a really sharp crackle)
he immediately and forcefully responded with "Loud pipes save
lives". Agree with you there mate!
The Kangaroo Island ferry was berthed
when we arrived (see pic below) and patches of rain could be seen
across Backstairs Passage. Our chatting about our bikes and other
chopper related matters (Paul's CB750 chopper is almost done) was
interrupted by a noisy bloke in a four wheel drive. A mate of
Paul's, he was easily persuaded to go and get his evo and meet us at
the deli while we ate lunch.
A can of baked beans (for me... don't
laugh) and a couple of hamburgers (for the others) later and we were
joined by Paul's mate on his "Loud pipes..." evo and there followed
a debate between the two about who's bike was loudest and a
conversation notable for its lack of logic about the relative merits
and faults of Harleys and Jappos! That bit of good natured fun
over, Paul once again took the lead and we charged up the hill out
of Cape Jervois, turned right at Delamere and rode along another
ridge with views and chilly temperature. Brian had been doing a
bit of videoing of the bikes when we were stopped, so when we slowed
down for a left turn off, I pulled Paul up and got Brian to get his
camera out while we went back up the road and gave him some moving
action to get down on video.
Back on track again, we got a whole
lot of waves from a family group sitting out in a paddock by a
massive pile of logs... a bonfire about to happen. Gee it
would have been nice to drop in! Fifteen minutes of more enjoyable
riding brought us into Yankalilla via the Victor Harbor road... a
bit rough , but great stuff.
We parted company with Paul and his
mate and one again the three of us (myself, Brian and Kevin) got
into formation and headed back the way we had come. Roaring
down into Sellicks, we turned off to visit another CA member, but he
was not home. Kevin parted company just out of Aldinga leaving
Brian and I to head back to Willunga. A discussion about his
electrics resulted in testing his battery and finding out his
alternator was not charging. Drat. More work for the
Fortified with another coffee, Brian
took off in time to get home before dark and I mused on what an
enjoyable run it had been. The smaller numbers reminded me of
times past and the many impromptu rides we'd do, rarely knowing
where we'd end up. Fellowship was great. All in all a
really beaut time... but then what else could it be when you're
cruising around with your mates on choppers!!
May Run to Mannum... as reported by
Expectations of a
record crowd of choppers weren't realized as a number dropped out
due to bike problems, sickness, family commitments and bosses making
the guys work too hard!
Steve, Kevin and I
took off from Willunga 15 minutes late having waited in vain for a
member who'd forgotten (much to his annoyance) and was on his bike
100 miles away. In fact, Kevin had rung his wife to see if he'd left
for the run and she said yes. Then when he should have
arrived, I called him on his mobile assuming he'd had trouble and
then found out he was a long way away!
was perfect as we rolled into Meadows after a speedy ride up through
he Kangarilla curves. Here we met Rod on his trike and
proceeded through Echunga where we picked up Rod's friends, Jeff and
Sue on their very tidy Deuce. Jeff was going to come in his
Hot Rod, but had condenser trouble. Nothing cooler than a line
of choppers and Hot Rods I reckon. John was waiting for
us in Hahndorf on his Honda chopper, having been doubtful if he'd
make it due to electrical problems. However, his bike behaved
for the rest of the run.
We were greeted by
an enthusiastic bunch waiting for us in the Birdwood main street.
We were early and while we waited, Rod tightened up a headlight that
was keen to dangle. I provided some helpful tools and
lock-tight for the job out of my little bag of tricks and we
thundered off to Palmer. With us were a couple more of Rod's
mates, Doc and his wife Karen on a Harley and Wayne on his Honda
Shadow. Also waiting were Brian on his xs 650 chop with his son
Deklin as pillion and Dave on his cx500 (being chopped).
Jethro rolled in shortly after us on his recently repainted chopped
CB750. Our ride through to Palmer was marred by a couple of slow
moving vehicles in front, but it was no use passing as only some of
us would have gotten through. Kevin pulled up alongside me
just out of Palmer to announce Brian was having problems, so we
waited in the main street until they rolled up.
Seems Brian was
blowing fuses and they got into Palmer on a paper clip! We
took of again for Mannum. This country is great riding
especially if you were brought up on 1950's Westerns and love all
the rocky terrain like I do! Jethro, sadly, had to leave us as
he had a family get together...
Mannum was packed,
but the Pretoria Hotel had cordoned off a parking area for us right
in view of the windows where we were to eat. As usual the choppers
and trike as well as the couple of gleaming Harleys and 650 cruiser
got lots of attention from passers by. The meal was great and
a lot of fun as we all sat at a long table reserved for us.
Afterwards on the
lawns we spent a bit of time discussing the proposed newsletter name
('Chops 'n bobbers') and future 2008 runs. There was a lot of
enthusiasm for an over nighter which Rod will organize. We
were interrupted by a strange contraption coming up out of the river
and driving onto dry land (well our lawn anyway). It looked
like an over grown inflatable dingy but had three hydraulically
driven low pressure tyres... most impressive. We suggested the
owner extend the front end, but he didn't come at it! Brian
thought he found the cause of his fuse blowing woes... a hot bolt
melting a wire due to Deklin's weight. Dave took off straight
after lunch as he had a work shift to get back to.
Leaving Mannum at
around 3pm, we turned left down towards Murray Bridge. Our
intention was to cut through on the really nice road through to
Monarto, but the leader (won't say who the trike rider was) missed
it so Murray Bridge it was. It is a great piece of road anyway
and some of us enjoyed riding two by two.
Jeff and Doc and co turned off at Callington leaving myself, Brian
and Deklin and Steve and Kevin to head up the Freeway into Adelaide.
Some miles before Stirling, a glance in my mirror showed Brian and
Steve missing. I waited for a break in the traffic and hot
footed it across the median strip and accelerated back the way we
had come. We saw the bikes on the side strip a couple of miles
back and once again crossed the median strip and once again dodged
speeding tintops to get over to them. The battery was dead, so
what to do now?
I sent Steve with
Deklin ahead to find Kevin and proceeded to tow Brian into Stirling.
I have a tow rope tucked away under my seat for just such occasions.
If you've not towed someone before, a couple of comments as things
can get painful if you don't know what you are doing. Tie the
rope to the lowest part of the towing bike... DON'T tie the rope to
the towed bike, but run it around the centre of the handle bars once
and then the rider holds it. This way the rider can let the
rope go if trouble looms! The towed rider is responsible for
keeping the rope taut at all times by using his brake when
necessary. The jerk of a slack rope suddenly tightening can
pull both riders off their bikes... Any way Brian and I made
the three or four miles quite comfortably at 20kph... we even
cruised past a copper sitting in his car and went through a round
about and some traffic lights with out any drama.
One guy in a car
followed us for the last few hundred yards and pulled up when we
did. He was really intrigued.
We left the xs650
at a garage and now headed for Brian's place at Largs Bay on the
other side of the city. The footy crowds were spewing out of
side roads and blocking traffic in a couple of places, so the trip
took longer than expected. I shut the shovel off a couple of
times the waits were so long. One set of lights on Port Road
facing us stayed red, so finally the cars ahead of us just forged
through and we followed.
It was dark and
cold by the time we got to Brian's but a cuppa warmed us up.
Brian's young daughter was very keen to hear the whole story and was
quick to accept a short ride on the shovel. The whole family
came out to see her off and return and it was captured on video as
Kevin and I took
off for home leaving Brian and Deklin to collect the xs. Steve
had gone home when we took off from Stirling as he wasn't sure how
well his alternator was charging. We had a good ride home.
Roaring up Cement Hill past all the other traffic is always a blast
and the two shovels definitely sounded the Bees Knees as we went up
Talking the the intrigued fellow just in the pic on
the right... note rope...
I gave Brian a call
when I arrived home and he'd just gotten back with his bike... so
all was well. Once again a great run with some adventure along
the way... just what older bikes and home builds are all about.
April Victor Run... as reported by
April’s SA club
ride to Victor Harbor promised good riding weather and it didn’t
disappoint. a bit of a chill early in the morning for us early birds
saw Brian on his 650 Yam make the hour's ride through traffic from
Taperoo to meet up with me at the Victor Harbor turn off. From
there we made our way to Andrew’s at Willunga.
After a welcome
cuppa provided by the ever hospitable Rilda, we went for a bit of a
trundle through the back roads to get a bit more footage for the TV
Channel C31 video. Dru on his 650 Yam, Brian, Andrew on his Shovel
and myself on the Trumpy did some “formation” riding through the
Willunga vineyards while Andrew's son Paul piloted the “chase” car
with cameraman Robin poking through the sunroof.
hours later!! we returned to Andrew and Rilda’s to meet up with the
others, Jerry on his Honda 4, Steve on his Kawaski stocker and Rod
with his trike. A bit of fettling was done before we left and,
suffice to say, it’s the only time I’ve been with a bunch of bikes
and the Harley seemed to be the only one not needing a tickle!!
Brian’s Yam had lost a bolt from the front brake master cylinder and
also unfortunately cracked its rear guard bracket, so we found a
bolt and wired up the guard for the rest of the journey. Rod's
Trike had also split its fuel lines... sorted out by Dru and Rod
with some new hose from Andrew.
We took off from
Andrews about 11.45, Andrew 2 up with Paul and Dru 2 up with chopper
chick Kaiya, and made our way up Willunga hill which is a nice curvy
climb out of town. Up near the top we waved to Robin who had
found a vantage point to get yet MORE footage, as we wound our way
up the hill.
With Dru in the
lead, we headed through Kuipto Forest to Meadows where I once again
thanked the gods for my ChoppaShox! At Meadows we stopped at
the servo where a couple of us filled up and Steve’s brother Kevin
on his Shovelhead joined us for the ride.
obligatory photo’s taken by Andrew, we continued on towards Victor
traveling along the Meadows to Goolwa road with its excellent
scenery and fantastic (read “smooth”!!) winding road.
Just under halfway
to Goolwa we pulled in to the Green Inn at Ashbourne, maybe at
Kaiya’s insistence due to a numbum?!!, where a distinctly Indian
looking Kawasaki Vulcan was parked out front. As the guys
checked out the bike, Andrew chatted to the owner who had some
interesting details on it. Unfortunately I didn’t catch what
they were as.. ahem.. I was grabbing a medicinal beer with Rod at
Back on the road,
we made our way to the coast and turned towards Victor Harbor,
idling through Goolwa, Middleton and Port Elliot (gee’s 50k’s is
slow!). Riding through Victor we saw a familiar figure
traveling the opposite way and realized Henry, on his Virago, had
found us. After noticing the ride on the website, he hoped to
meet us along the way. Seems he had just missed us all along
the route and was heading home when fate intervened... well done
mate! We arrived at Rod’s place about 2.00, and parked out the back
in his “Ponderosa” backyard and spent a bit of time chatting and
videoing while Rod’s wife Julie prepared the BBQ.
We went inside to
watch some video of Andrews Tassie trip, it was great to see some
choppers from interstate and watch their owners obviously having fun
with them (definitely have to find a pub HERE that’ll let us rip
through the carpark!)
While we were
relaxing inside, Rod and Julie were cooking for us, and what a
spread it was! Many thanks again for looking after us so well,
Rob and Julie. Due to Kaiya’s insensitivity (only joking!), I
had to get my own drink and food, and ate every bit, the meatballs
were worth every second of preparation, Julie!
A very enjoyable
time was had out the back of Rod’s just sitting, relaxing and
chatting. After a discussion on future rides, etc we fired up for
the trip home. Dru was heading back to Strath, so Kaiya got on
the back with Steve and we headed off, stopping at the Shell to
ensure the tiny tanks didn’t run dry.
With me in the lead
(working speedo!), a few K’s out of Victor I noticed a women up
ahead in the middle of the road waving her arms frantically. As I
throttled down my immediate thought was “Oh no, car accident” and
tried to remember what I learnt at a first aid course many years
ago. Coming up closer I was relieved to see a dog in the
middle of the road and after first thinking, "I’ll try to get
it off." my thought of self preservation was stronger and I
moved off to prevent any rear end shunts.
The others made it
safely through too, so all was well.
Brian pulled in to
Andrew's place to make a more permanent repair to his rear guard.
Last I heard Andrew was very excited as Brian had also agreed to a
sissy bar!! so they were in for a long night I reckon!
The rest of us
peeled off to our respective homes and I think all would agree it
was a great day in perfect weather with great company.
Thanks folks, till
next time, Dave.
January 27th... 3rd
SA Chopper Muster... as reported by Prof
Once again this year,
despite careful organisation and preparation, we still experienced
the uncertainties of riding modified older machines! John had
burnt the midnight oil this year to have his 750 DOHC plunger framed
chopper ready for the muster and got it finished with only days to
spare (see previous story).
He and Dru were riding
together from Strathalbyn to meet us at Willunga, the southern
kick-off point for this year's muster. However just 15 minutes
away, he discovered his rear sprocket had dis-attached itself from
the hub and it and the chain were flopping around on the rear axle
spacer!... not a good start. Dru rolled in to report, so out
with the car and trailer of off to rescue John.
It was definitely
fixable, so while I supplied tools and Rilda started ringing the
next lot to tell them we would be late, Dru, Rod and John got stuck
into things, with the ladies all cheering them on.
videographer for the day, made sure the repair process was captured
An hour later, we
finally took off; three choppers (myself and Rilda on our trusty
shovel, John on his Honda and Dru on his XS650), three trikes (one
being the video trike) and one sports car...
We rolled up to the BP
at Morphett Vale to some relieved faces...While waiting, they had
been receiving considerable interest, so as soon as a couple of
folks had filled up (but small tanks do look good!) and a
small job was done on John's chain tensioner, our group now almost
doubled in size headed off.
Now added to our number were three more
choppers; (Dave on his springer Trumpy, Henry on his Virago and Crowie on his rigid shovel) plus Kevin and Geoff on Kevin's
shovel... all videoed by Robin as we went out the driveway...
Traffic was thick as we cruised across
the Eastern side of Adelaide (all two lane) to meet the final bunch
at Tea Tree Gully. A couple of them were getting very itchy
throttle fingers, but agreed that we couldn't have left our mate
behind. As most of them hadn't met before they had made good
use of their time together...
I had arranged our meeting with the
folks at the rendezvous servo and ensured there were toilets
available... but they just happened to be out of action much to the
discomfiture of a couple of the guys... not decent bushes available
Next door was a tyre fitting place
which provided much appreciated shade for the the northern contingent
who had had to wait for so long.
Mal and Steve were on their chopped
750/4's and Brian and his lad came on his XS650 chopper. Grim and
his partner had cruised down from Gladstone on their Evo custom the
night before and brought along a couple friends on their
Harleys. Glen rode down from Clare on his custom cx500 to
join in with Dave who was on his partly chopped cx. Unfortunately
Jim from out Steve's way couldn't make it this year as it was not a
weekend. Sorry to miss you Jim.
Next stop was Gumeracha, but I had
arranged for some specific filming to be done so it was a case of
"gather around folks" for instructions. Choppers were counted
off as they left the car park and got captured on film.
We pulled up a mile up the road and
waited for the film trike to go past and then enjoyed a very
pleasant cruise through the curving hills road. Winding around
the edge of the reservoir was a particular treat.
All the bikes pulled up in Gumeracha
main street while the movie trike went on to catch us coming into
the Rocking Horse, our next stop for bottom rest and bladder
Here we did a quick repair job to
Henry's handlebars which had a cracked weld. Moving the bars
to the right put the crack in the clamp and that with some twisted
wire to reinforce them, got him the rest of the way.
A final short stint got all our hungry
stomach's to Birdwood. Choppers, bikes and trikes made a grand
scene and lots of lovely noise as we pulled up onto the National
Motor Museum's forecourt.
All the choppers, were parked in a
line across the front of the building with the trikes off to one
side and the unchopped bikes on the other.
While everyone raced off to grab their
lunch, Tim our 'incorruptible' judge having given up soliciting
bribes set about judging the choppers.
Lunch was a rush due to our lateness,
But trophies were given out with an explanation by Tim about the
reasons for his choices... which all agreed were spot on.
Trophies were awarded as follows... Best overall... Dave's
rigid Trumpy, Tanks & tinware... Dru's xs 650, Controls...
Grim's Evo custom, Moulding... Brian's xs 650, Paint...
John's DOHC Honda, Frame... Crowie's rigid Shovel.
Grim received a certificate for the
longest distance ridden (over 250km) and once again we thanked
National Motor Museum for their hospitality.
We raffled two 'Silly Helmet Covers'
donated by www.SillyHelmetCovers.com in Britain. Dru and Geoff were
the proud winners and proudly wore them home.
After this, we fired up our choppers
and did a run up the street including a nice piece of video just out
of town. Folks then went in various directions (a number had to get
home early) and Robin managed to interview a number of the remaining
Everyone I contacted after the event,
reported a great ride home and all thought the day was excellent.
As a result of later discussion with
members who were present, we have booked the same venue for
the next couple of years).
A number of those who attended the
Muster felt we needed to eat together both to support the National
Motor Museum, to help everyone mingle better and to make
the lunch a more efficient exercise. So we have booked NMM's cooking
facilities for the next few years as well.
Thanks to all who participated.
Look forward to seeing you all again plus many others next year...
Saturday January 19th... a couple of
I got a call from John
who lives about an hour south, "I've got my Honda finished.
Thought I might bring it up". As Dave from about 20 minutes
north had just put his Trumpy back together after a few mods and was
also coming over, what could be better. So two choppers rolled
up an hour later from different directions joined soon after by
Kevin on his shovel just out for a ride...
So after the usual chopper talk, we got our the camera for a few
Then John headed off
home to complete his chopper's maiden voyage, Dave went home to sort
out some of those things we seem to get saddled with when we are no
longer 20 and fancy free, and Kevin took off for a ride further
south. I would have tagged along with John for a while, but
another visitor arrived wanting some forward controls measured up.
But that's what
choppers are all about... building them, changing them and riding
them... all done this day...