Mystery Ride Report

Saturday morning saw the gathering of 14 motorised bicycles and a lone mota vickle being for the Royal Family. Orders were given and instructions issued with the two organisers stating that they were "GOD'S" for the day (or was that dogs? never mind, on with the story) and would not enter into any dispute as to the running of said event.

Filled with fear and trepidation and armed with only a fistful of paper, a pen and a clipboard we rode off into the drizzle and fog to gather a veritable plethora of the most amazing facts. After some hours of counting reflectors, wooden planks and gathering dates we arrived at Stroud to partake of mid morning sustenance. Re-invigorated and pencils sharpened it was back on the road again, the fog had lifted and temperatures were beginning to soar.

After taking the Lewis Creek, Rooty Creek, Emu Creek route we arrived at Nabiac for a wholesome lunch with no sign of the Royal carriage which we were to later learn had travelled the ten minutes up the road from Stroud to our eventual destination. It was then on to Taree past the world famous Hickman's Nursery and then to Wingham. From there over Dingo Creek, across Belbourie and Killawarra bridges to the Mograni Lookout above Gloucester where picnic tables were meticulously measured and bolts duly counted. For those who may find the information useful at some point in there life, the second barbecue table from the left at the lookout is 3027 mm in length, 700mm in width and the top is most securely attached by 27 of the finest 3/8 galvanised bolts ever viewed and admired by any group of motorcyclists. Into Gloucester where accommodation arrangements had been made by our Gods.

Keith and Sylvia had yet again excelled in providing cold Beveridge’s and nibbles which were greatly appreciated by all. Thanks again !

Grahame and Lucy were declared outright winners with 30 points, although most involved believed there was something underhanded in their win. Rested and showered it was off to the pub for dinner where Max drew the attention of the rather attractive barmaid and it looked like Lyn could have been on the outer for a while, but all ended well.

Next morning and a fine cafe breakfast it was revealed that Donna and Bear had become lost the previous day. See even Gods have feet of clay !

Our thanks go to Donna and Bear for the enormous amount of work that was done to have this ride run so smoothly. It was once again a great weekend. Anyone wishing to retrace the ride can do it easily by following Steve's scent, he marked a tree every 20 klms on the route. Once again thanks to the GODS.

John Mc