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Coorong Run, 3/5/2015

Due to family commitments I was not on this ride, and to date no one has submitted a report on the day's events, so hopefully some-one will enlighten us soon. 


Prospect Hill Classic- Twelve White Pouter Pigeons

Stephen MUTTON


These birds are reputed to be unable to forage for themselves in the wild and die if 

released.  On the phone I had been told that there was to be a wedding in the large hall 

opposite where we were booked, and so the pigeons that I saw later perhaps had been

 released from the wedding that I did not see.  Others in the group did see a wedding on

 a farm a bit before Prospect Hill but there was no sign of it in the township.

The ride planner has selected a delightful spot as destination for the day.  It had a small

 hall with all the facilities, plenty of parking in front of the long, white museum where we

 could display our bikes, tables and chairs in the hall, and entertainment in the form of a 

little old woman with pink socks. James was particularly taken with her, despite her being

 born in the thirties, and offered to take her for a ride up the hill.  As long as she did not 

lose her pink socks she was game for it but he chickened out. 

Our meeting at central was pleasant.  More and more rolled up until we had twenty bikes

 lined up behind the petrol station. Our usual spot was too small and now sports 

ten minute only signs.  Of course, being a classic run, the aim was to highlight  the 

classic bikes and so there was time to ogle the great condition and strange bits on them.

John Fellenberg was our ride leader and he gave a great talk to the group about corner 

marking, tail end Charlie and mobbing up, a new term for regrouping but with the tail end

 Charlie coming to the front to signal that all had arrived.  The usual suspects ignored his speaking and chatted on loudly and rudely.  Brian Kowalik volunteered to be tail end Charlie and donned a yellow vest while John wore an orange one.

Di Bates and Stephen Mutton, Chester and Kaye Cavanagh, John Fellenberg, Dave 

Murray, Phil Thomas, Felix Schiller, Dave Kraehe from Cleve, James Powell on a GS 

650 Sertao, Len Sundstrom, Buzz Busby, Trevor and Marilyn Green, Ken Scott, Helen 

and Steve Wemys, Brian Kowalik, Trudy and Rod Ryan, Margie and John McLarty and

 Harry Glocke rode in mostly single file until out of the city and up into Blackwood where 

the route wound around small streets with pedestrian/brick/speed humps.  The corner 

marking worked a treat and we flip flopped through Cherry Gardens on the way to 

Clarendon for the drink/ablution stop.

   John kept the speed reasonable and everyone stayed together.

Out of Clarendon the route led onto Blewitt Springs Road and I enjoyed the calm and 

grey skies that allowed us to enjoy the hills. My role was to get to the hall by noon and so

 I let the group roll on while I peeled off and, hopefully missing the two speed traps, got to

 Harry’s Prominent Hill, er Prospect Hill with a couple of minutes to spare to do the paper

 work for the hall hire.   Dianne and I set up the chairs and tables so that the group could

 sit and chat as they ate their picnic lunch.  Nothing fancy was cooked and none of the 

urns or microwaves were used.  Our food was cold and delicious.

Soon the sound the group came over the hill and John led the bikes onto the parking 

area.  The white museum background should show the colour of the bikies in the photos

 quite well.  Quite a few cameras came out and technical bits of the classics were 

examined.    For some time the bikes were the focus and then hunger overcame 

everybody and they walked to the hall, arms laden with food and drink.  It is amazing how

 much noise a chewing mob can make.

Eventually John Fellenberg rose to thank the riders for doing a safe job of the ride, and to

 thank Brian for wearing yellow.  Len stood to offer a set of ear plugs to John McLarty for

 having the prettiest bike, in his opinion.  Everybody politely listened this time and Len 

went on to offer for sale some of the bits that he has imported, bits that fit his bikes but 

may also fit other people’s.  

Soon it was time to vacate the hall and go to the museum where the curator had kindly 

opened at 1pm instead of 2pm so that we could pay and view earlier.  Nearly everybody 

was interested in the various displays spread over many buildings.  My two favourites 

were the tiny shepherd’s hut on a sled and the school room.  The shepherd used to drag

 the hut on a sled to where the sheep were grazing, and so the hut has a bed and room 

to stand/dress- no heating or storage.  The school room could seat ten or so.  According

 to the pink sock lady a young man, who may not even have been old enough for a 

licence, drove a canvas covered ute through the back blocks to collect six children who clambered into the back.  Even Thomas Playford once came to the school to open something.

During lunch I asked the group about a future ride, perhaps to Yankakilla golf club where

 there is a similar hall for hire, along with a very large barbecue.  All were so pleased with

 today’s ride that this sounded a good idea, perhaps good enough to have as an annual

 dinner in the day time.  We can check this out and slot it into events next year if found to

 be suitable.

By about 2pm some riders were already on their way home.  I had to tidy up the hall, lock

 up and slip the key into the post office slot. At about 3pm I rode back to Prospect Hill 

with the key still in my pocket for posting.   Felix was busy in the machinery shed and his

 bike had his waxed cotton jacket on the seat.  Pink sock lady asked me about a jacket left behind.  It was a fur lined, waxed cotton waist coat that matched the jacket on Felix’s seat and so we put it there. Everybody had chatted and shaken hands on leaving, saying how good a day it was.  The weather was perfect in being overcast but warm enough for shirt sleeves.  The destination at Prospect Hill was interesting and had good facilities.   The riders were interested in both the bikes and museum.  What more could be asked of a relaxing and short ride?  Thank you,  John, for leading.

The twelve pouter pigeons had holed up on the roof of a farm outbuilding and were not 

fussed at all as we rode past again and again.  Presumably the farmer feeds the birds 

and so they do not fly away.  The wedding hopefully went off well and the birds represent

 free flowing happiness.  


Week-end overnight run, 14 and 15th March 2015

Saturday & Sunday - 14th & 15th March Overnight Pub Run to Jamestown was a successful run with 5 bikes and 7 people travelling through Auburn and on to Mintaro. A quick stop at Martindale Hall and then on to Burra [by several routes] for lunch. A quick loop through Booberowie then on to Jamestown and the Commercial Hotel. Dinner on Saturday night with a few local reds included the social intercourse we all enjoy. A lovely breakfast next day and then back home after topping with petrol at Clare. A good run of 500 kms which would have been all the better with a few more members in attendance.



Economy run, Sunday 8th. February 2015

Economy Run was led by Paul Sweeney who took 10 bikes with 12 members on a warm run through Two Wells & Mallala and onto Claire for lunch. New members Rod & Trudy Ryan on an R1150RT were welcomed and everybody enjoyed the scenic tour of the roundabouts of Clare till we continued to Auburn via Mintaro for our top up and score. Bailey Gifford completed the 195km run and used 4.46 litres of petrol. A feat he will never repeat in the near future.

See photos in "Gallery"


Fish and Chip run, Sunday 4th. of January, 2015.

With the recent hot weather and wondering what this day would bring, fully expecting very few to turn up, I had reservations about going on this run. How glad I was that a last minute decision was made to go. We couldn't have had a much better day, maybe a little less wind but heh, apart from blowing around a bit on Range Road between Delamere and Victor Harbor, what a thoroughly good day with good company to top it off.

We departed Darlington and made our way south, over the Myponga Dam and on to Delamere, with a few photo stops in between. ( See the photos, a lot of them, in "Gallery"). From there to Encounter Bay for our Fish and Chip lunch. Various members went their own way home from here but a few of us went around the back of Victor to Nangawooka Corner to the back of Port Elliot and up the Crows Nest road for another stop to overlook Goolwa and the Murray Mouth.
Again a few left the group with 3 of us turning off onto Nangkita Road at Mount Compass and heading down there for about 8kms. to a little roadside place that for 2 - 3 months of the year, in front of you, make fresh Blueberry Ice cream. Sitting under the shade of Willow trees by a little creek eating our delicious ice creams, what an end to the day. Thanks to John Fallenberg for this info, it was a new one for me.

Gerald departed us from here, heading back to the city, whilst John and I continued on to the Bull Creek road, turning left to Meadows, where we parted company, with me going on to Hahndorf and down the South Eastern Freeway to home. I traveled 324kms on a most enjoyable day with good weather and in good company.

I almost forgot, there were 12 people on 10 bikes.

Thanks to Stephen Mutton for organising the ride, well done.



The Annual Ice-cream Run.

This year, 2015, it didn't happen. During the day, Friday 2nd. of January, the daytime temperature reached 44 deg. so our ever thoughtful Committee members, Bailey and Garth, decided that we probably would not have too many members turn up to our general meeting, followed by the ice-cream run, so it might be prudent to buy a few assorted tubs of ice-cream along with cones, so that we could still have a "lick" or two.

The idea, as good as it was, sort of fell short a little, as when we chaired up for our meeting, outside of the club rooms, a nice cooler breeze had sprung up. Not only that but the low number of members expected, because of the heat, was also a surprise, because about 40 odd turned up. But never mind, we all had a nice cooling ice-cream or two each and the night turned out successfully after all.

We thank Bailey for running around and sourcing the ice-cream and cones.

Sorry for the lack of a photo or two, I forgot my camera.

See what eventuates next year.  !!!!!!!