NIGE Motorcycle Club

Greetings Fellow Niges – Droop & I finally set off on our big adventure last Mon 3rd Sept and tonight I sit in a tent in Penong Caravan grounds tapping away at my iPad trying to update my social networks – ahhh, the technology is marvelous! For those of you interested, you can follow our trip across to Perth & back via our Facebook link ( I’m too lazy to try and update a variety sites each night + there is beer to consume!) go to: www.facebook.com/thebigtrip77
Cheers All!

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We couldn’t believe our eyes. We rubbed them and we rubbed then but there he was….Johnny!!!! Oh the tears flowed like wine at Macdonalds that morning about 3 weeks ago when many Niges braced themselves for the ride to Broke. “Oh regale us with your stories Killswitch” said Sideways. “Yes tell us of your adventures since we last parted ways” added Lucky. Killswitch told us how, after leaving George Downs Drive at considerable speed, he managed to drag his fractured old bones back up from the “precipice of death” and took refuge in an old 44 gallon drum and, over the next few months, gradually shaped it into a semi functioning VW Beatle for the long trip back home. How he survived on gum leaves and spiders; how his only companions were the passing wombats (one of which he fashioned into a very natty beret)and his difficult decision to end the suffering of his old Honda by, coincidentally, pushing the killswitch. “It sputtered a bit and died but I had no choice because it was becoming a bit annoying revving away like that.”

Anyway he was safe and that’s all that mattered. So off we went: Nige, Lucky, Killswitch, Sideways, DD, and Ant. The weather was cool but clear and the road out past Wollombi was sealed at last. Poor Lucky had a nail in the Busa and had to ride his KLunkeR so he didn’t set any records but the rest seemed to do quite well. Arriving at Broke behind everyone else it appeared to Lucky that the sheer joy of having Johnny back with us had once again spilled over and there may have been some inappropriate touching before he arrived to settle things down.

Ant of course couldn’t keep his eye of Lucky’s KLunkeR (That sounds rude) and begged him for a ride. Ever-generous, Lucky agreed and Ant had the time of his life on the way back to Wollombi. He could barely contain himself “Yeah it’s orright, bit slow but” I don’t know why he spoke like that. He doesn’t usually.

We all made it safely to Jerries with more well wishes for Johnny and promises of riding as best friends forever..forever.

We haven’t seen him since.

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How delightful. Poor Lucky (who can still hold his water very nicely thank you very much) heard little more than ” My bottom hurts” and ” I have to stop for a wizzy” from both Mohawk and Grizzly on what was otherwise quite a pleasant ride down through Spencer to St Albans and back over the dirt to Kulnura. Lucky’s KLunkeR with its carby and airbox now suitably re remodified and wearing new shoes started when it was supposed to and then stopped when it was supposed to thanks to its new second hand brake pedal ebayed in from some recycling place in Alabama (The old one was never quite the same since the Watagan debacle where Lucky fell down). Anyhoo there we were in St Albans having ridden the mossy roads of Wisemans Ferry and some fairly easy dirt sections when we run across a lone rider on a green KLunker just like Lucky’s. Poor bastard never knew what hit him. Mohawk practically stripped the fellows bike down to bare metal and explained every nook and cranny of it to the sorry and bewildered traveler before releasing him back to the wild. I think all that man wanted to do now was get home to his children and hug his wife.

From here we all, including Mohawks new besty, headed out onto the dirt with Mohawk in the lead and besty at the rear. It was muddy and slippery in some parts but we were going nicely I thought till that Sydney show pony upped the anti. That cocky little upstart skirted around me like I still had my kickstand down and left Grizzly behind soon after that. Mohawk spotted him coming up fast behind but thought it must be Lucky (an easy mistake given the impressive speed he was hitting) and set a quicker pace but, sadly, had to stop for another wee. By this stage Grizzly’s botbot was hurting again so Lucky kindly agreed to look for a nice spot for the two elderly gentlemen and their ablutions.

Those DR seats sure look uncomfortable dont they? Still, I think it might be funny if Grizzly’s nethers got so sore he had to ride sidesaddle. Now that’s a photo opportunity. All in all we had fun and a nice pie at Jerry’s as well. We all came home safely and Lucky immediately set to cleaning and shining his bike. You know it wouldn’t hurt either of those other two grubs to wash some of the last few years dirt off theirs too. The dam is half full now you know. Yeah you too Nige.

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Grizzly, Frilly, Mohawk and Nige headed north to Alaska where some food and drink were consumed.

We also rode motorbikes although not quite enough for Nige.

Note: Grizzly’s DR650 does NOT count as a KLunkeR 😉

Cockadilly Mountain remains untamed.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Nige meeting and an opportunity to watch NSW overcome QLD in State of Origin 1
Meet at the the Entrance Leagues Club (Tigers) at 7pm for a meal and lemonades before the broadcast at 7:30pm.

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