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2016 Kosciusko Rally

8-9 October

The ever intrepid Baily & Garth ventured to NSW; here are their stories:  

Plans had been made earlier in the year to attend the 35th Kosciuzko Rally, organised by the BMW MCC ACT, on the second week of November. 
As the weekend neared both Garth and I were upset to hear that part of the road from Khancoban to Geehi had been partially cut by a landslide so a rethink had to be made for a venue. Luckily, the mainstay of the ACT Club [Garry Smee] was able to successfully relocate to a site between Tumut and Cooma at Jounama Creek near Talbingo. 

I was to meet Garth at Tailem Bend Friday morning at about 8.30 for a coffee and top up before heading to Ouyen for a bite and petrol and on to Deniliquin [via Kyalite and Moulamein]. 
The weather certainly warmed up as we neared Moulamein where we stopped at a little art gallery for a piece of homemade lemon cake and a spider [haven’t had a spider for about 40 years!] 
The Royal Coach Hotel/Motel at Deniliquin was cool and inviting and the beer across the road at the Exchange Hotel was also a winner.  Dinner back at the pub was lovely and we turned in for an early night to be ready for the weekend. 

We headed out through Finlay to Jerilderie for breakfast and gas, and then off towards Lockhart ……….and the floods. You tend to ignore “water over road” signs because they’re put out in winter and put away in summer, but this isn’t always the case. By the time we got to Wagga Wagga there were several flooded sections encountered and the lowlands to the left as you enter Wagga were like an inland sea!  On to the Hume Highway then off along the Snowy Mountains Highway through Tumut to Talbingo for liquid refreshments and ice and back to the rally site by about 2:00pm. 

Very pretty area with lots of camping spots next to a roaring creek, so a spot in the shade selected and tents erected, esky packed then off for some social intercourse. About 70 or so people made the effort to attend with the BMW Touring Club taking out best Club attendance and yours truly getting the Longest Distance Male Award with 1,090 kms.  The obligatory raffle was drawn with proceeds going to the Club’s nominated charity, then out came the dreaded kransky rolls for dinner [truly an experience to be relished!].  As it chilled down and shorts replaced with warmer items and beer replaced with fire water, we settled around one of the many fires and proceeded to solve the bigger problems in the world. Earplugs in for a toasty night in the fartsack then up at sparrow fart to a crispy morning and the breaking in of my Trangia for a cup of tea [I remembered how to use it Harry!]  

A bacon and egg roll and a coffee set us right for breakfast and we said our goodbyes and headed off about 8:00am to Tumut for petrol the back through Wagga and subsequent water crossings.  In fact the road to Narrandera [Sturt Highway] was cut all weekend.  Lunch at Jerilderie then a short stop at Moulamein [to get out of the wind] then onto Tooleybuc for the night and a pleasant dinner at the Tooleybuc Club.  Another sparrows start and off to Ouyen for breakfast and petrol then a beautiful ride to Tailem Bend for petrol and farewells to Garth. 
A little patch of rain at the Swanport Bridge was the only rain we encountered that day and was relieved to get home before the later downpours. 
A good weekend with a great ride and great mates. 

Bailey Gifford 

As usual, it was an early departure (7am) to meet up with my mate in sobriety, Bailey at Tailem Bend for a tank top up, quick coffee and sanger before our next stop at Ouyen. Weather wise, it was pretty good, not much traffic and few trucks . Filled the bikes up then headed to the local bakery where we have previously eaten so we knew the quality of the vitals, and they are still great . 
All set now for Deniliquin (NSW) for our o/n stay, via Tooleybuc and Moulamein, weather still great. Arriving around 4ish it was a quick unload change before a tour of the closest Inn, just to admire the olde-worlde decor you understand, but once this was done (2mins tops) we turned to checking out the ales, of which there were a plenty.  Satisfied that all in that department was fine, it must be dinner time so after a long walk back to our digs (a good long 50mts) and the restaurant therein, it was again another agonising decision of what food would be best with the wine and ales (not always an easy task).  Duly sated now for a nice clean up and bed, all this imbibing can tucker one out.
Up early, packed and we were off by 8ish, we would get a bite to eat at Jerilderie with the last tank full of petrol as we would not need to refill til Wagga Wagga on our return journey . We would now go via Urana and Lockhart to Wagga.  

We thought that SA had plenty of rain, BUT sheeeeeeeeeeesh this area was awash, huge acreages under water of which we was heading towards, we did have to be careful as the water was at the roads edge on a lot of occasions and required some careful riding through several water over road sections. I let Bailey go first to check the depth and safety as any kind person would, just in case he came to grief I would be at his aid in no time (considerate you may say).  Getting through Wagga was o.k., with lots more traffic to contend with than the last couple of days but we made it, so now onto Tumut and our camp site .A nice refreshing ale at Talbingo before getting some nibbles and drinks fore the arduous task ahead of putting up our tents (hellava task that). Once accomplished, it was meet and greet fellow travelers, albeit most only came over a couple of hills to get there; Rather more for us: 1087 for me and 1090 for Bailey, (Bugga I wanted that bottle of wine too) for the longest distance. Oh well, maybe a bottle in a raffle draw (for us SA lot any vino not local ain't much) but it's not the prize that matters eh!. 

Our camp site was as usual in these parts was pretty damn nice with a white water stream on our tent step. Dinner consisted of a Kransky (snag) roll with salad, quite nice, followed by more banter and telling of exploits.  One thing that was nasty, several mentioned our BLACK DAYS (no power) and on more than one occasion too, as the only South Aussies there it was really hard BUT we pulled through, especially when the Snowy hydro scheme was only a stones through away (braved it out we did). As on most days, night came, so on with more warm clothing and sitting around the fire telling more stories of yore, of course while tasting a plethora of refreshments. Finally falling ,,,,,, and into bed and not the b…..y white water stream 

Up at sparrow f..t it was pack up time (never with the same care as when leaving home though)!  A nice egg and bacon roll, good byes and off for home trying to follow the route back in reverse.  The land had not dried out so it was a lot of careful riding again especially the water over road bits, going through Lockhart on the way there, was a town festival and was still going Sunday on our return.  As the road from Wagga to Narrandera was still closed, the traffic was diverted through Lockhart which put a huge amount of traffic over this minor road so riding through these water over road bits made us a bit more cautious in case the road was pot holed below the water.  Once again I let Bailey test this peril first (as explained previously) too caring eh! 

Once safetly back at Jerilderie, it was lunch and fuel before the last bit to our motel at Tooleybuc .This last bit from Deniliquin was in my top two of all my riding life (53yrs) of being the windiest &*%#@$ ride, not to mention the odd herd of cows and a little pig crawling of the road (just been hit by a car) and with no pulling off the road side as you ended up in a swamp, BUT in true riding spirit we once again pulled through (just).  After booking in, it was off to the local Inn to steady our nerves you understand, but was closing on our arrival so now a very long trek to the Club for dinner and a very nice meal too .NO the delivery van was not available for a ride back so now the loooooooooooong walk to our digs (Bugga!). 

Again arising early (why do we do this ??????? ) now off to Ouyen for our last food and fuel before Tailem Bend and home .  Another enjoyable rally ride ( 2200ks though ) with a great riding mate Bailey . 
Now next off to Bright in Nov then ?????????????????? in 2017. 

Garth R 1200RT

2016 Riverland Run 


2016 Border Run

5th - 7th August
There we were having dinner at the Streaky Bay Hotel last year, and Deb says “this will be my last Border Run!” to which I replied, “You’ve got to get to the next one because it’s the 40th!” 

So with no further ado plans were laid for a trip to the 2016 Border Run. The usual suspect, Garth, would be travelling with us as well as an old friend from Queensland, Chris Hodges and his partner Brenda. Chris and Brenda flew down to SA and were borrowing my K1100 outfit for the trip. The plan was to leave Wednesday prior to the Border and head to Port Lincoln for a couple of nights then on to Streaky Bay Friday and arrive mid-afternoon Saturday for the gathering. 

All went well with Port Lincoln and we caught up with a number of old friends who were having a similar traipse as us on their way. Great food and cold beer,
you can’t ask for much more! Arrived at Streaky around lunch time Friday and as the day wore on, quite a number of bikes stopped in at the pub. The evening was fairly well behaved with the usual amount of yarns and bullshit flowing and we waddled off to bed at a realistic hour. 

Leaving Streaky the following morning we became separated from Chris and Brenda in the outfit [some lame excuse about not being able to see a signpost to Ceduna because of the sun in his eyes!] After waiting for about 20 minutes, Garth and I continued to Ceduna for petrol where we received a call from Chris who confirmed all was OK but he would be an hour or so behind us as he was going to play tourist on the way to Nullarbor Roadhouse. 

Paused for an obligatory leg stretch at Nundroo [one of Deb’s travelling requirements] then onwards to Nullarbor with Garth behind me, or so I thought. At the 65K to Nullarbor sign there was a distinct lack of Garth’s headlight in the mirrors so we pulled over so he could catch up, but were saddened when told by another passing bike that he was on the side of the road shrugging his shoulders. 

Performed my favourite manoeuvre [a U turn on the RT] twice to get back to him to be told that the bike had just nipped up so he had pulled in the clutch and coasted to the side of the road. Luckily Garth had RAA Premium and a pickup was soon arranged from Nundroo, but that was the end of the run for him. We continued onto the Nullarbor Roadhouse for petrol and a sandwich then on to the Border Village. 

The weather was wonderful compared to the previous year and the numbers in attendance were proof of that. We had arranged accommodation in one of the transportable units at the rear of the complex so we booked in and quickly changed out of our riding gear into something cooler and beat a path to the bar for a cleansing ale. A lot of the usual suspects were gathered in front of the roadhouse and this year was a great turnout from our Club with almost a dozen or so in attendance. 

Chris and Brenda finally showed up a bit later and told us that they had caught up with Garth on the side of the road and had helped get his bike onto the tilt tray truck for the trip back to Ceduna. Understandably Garth was pretty pissed off but at least he was safe and on his way home. 

The roadhouse was under new management and the evening meal was nothing to write home about, but if you went to the Border expecting fine dining, you’d cross it off your list pretty quickly. There was some merchandise available which featured a bikie type on a Harley, so we gave that a miss and just ordered a badge with Gunner from the WA BMW Club and a stubby cooler from Brian Kowalik [proceeds to RFDS]. We arranged with Stephen and Di to leave together the following morning but there was no sign of them at 7.00am [Adelaide time] so we headed off for our egg and bacon roll at the Nullarbor Roadhouse. We found out later at Kimba that an alarm malfunction was the cause for the no show. 

We rang Garth at breakfast and arranged to meet him in Ceduna for lunch at the Mogas service station near the airport. All was well with him and he was catching a flight that evening back home so we said our farewells and continued to Kimba for the evening. A gaggle of Club members were staying at the pub so we all got together for dinner and a few wines and the usual long winded stories and then to bed. 

Glorious weather greeted us on Monday morning without a hint of the usual fog and drizzle that you normally encounter in Kimba. We farewelled the early risers and after a lateish breakfast, headed off to Port Augusta for a Macca’s and coffee and then back on our way home. Our ride home was pleasant and a little blustery but the traffic heading north was amazing with huge lines of 4WD’s and trucks heading to the upcoming field days at Paskeville. 

As mentioned before, the turnout of Club members was impressive. Attendees included Tom Griffin, Michael Dight, Chester & Kay Cavanagh, Brian Kowalik, Chris Jones, Lee McPeake, Stephen Mutton, Di Bates and Deb. All in all a safe and enjoyable run. 

Bailey Gifford 



24hr 2016

9th - 10th July 
As usual the w/end had no surprises, cold/wet/windy, BUT our site was the best ever. Plenty of open space, flat ground and a hill as a wind break and a couple of buildings to providing shelter from the weather for the barbie. The landowner had also provided a large pile of firewood, which provided much appreciated warmth and a cozy space to gather everyone together for the long evening.  A few eager ones arrived on the Friday night, with the smarter ones not wanting to stay in the cold any longer than necessary, getting there early Sat am. 

The dry run was very well attended so our tent location, caravan spots (for the oldies), loo
positions etc. had already been agreed on, so no discussion was required f
or this. As the morning went on, we had a veritable plethora of helpers, so the tent was erected, bunting up, clocks were synchronised in no time at all, now all we just need is some riders.

As we were only at Control Point 3, start riders were all aglow and chatty, as well as being in pristine condition as they came past on the first lap from 11:43 am. All that would change of course as the race progressed. In fact, a short distance from where the riders left our control point, they had to negotiate a rocky creek with steep banks. It only took a few sidecars through for it to become a muddy track and continued to become more challenging as more bike went through and the laps went on. Several sidecars and solo riders came off early with one sidecar retiring at that point. All the riders were through the control point by about 2.30pm and the next lap began at 6pm. 

Tea time was put on as per normal, and by 6ish we were all quiet peckish, liquid food will only suffice so much. Well done catering staff again. All the time much frivolity was had by all with the ever flowing cup/glasses/flasks of various liquids, not to mention an endless cup of tomato soup. 

The much anticipated (by the doomsayers anyway) rain duly came on time and steadily fell all night. The 3rd lap riders came through from 11.45 pm, rather fewer in numbers and looking very mud caked- it was a challenge identifying official numbers at times. Riders were retiring at a rapid rate by the start of the last lap, due to the steadily diminishing conditions. Really, no one could blame them, as apart from the fact one could brag that one had finished there’s not a lot that seem to care (sad really) . 

Despite the miserable conditions (which is every year), our intrepid band of BMW devotees dug deep and soldiered on (soul lifting that bit eh!). This must go down as one best site ever, a record band of helpers, and what must be a Club first an equal gathering of ladies, which I must say, does give a slightly better ambiance to what is usually a pretty drab, smelly, repetitive story-telling lot of males. Me not being amongst the latter, you understand. 

If one is awake for the entire event one can be amused at the odd antic; 

i.e.   - someone upsetting the clerk of course 
        - A smart allec sweeper roostering us but then much to our delight coming to grief in the mud in full view of his dirt recipients (good karma we thought). Where’s the camera when you need it? 
        - Someone camped (NO, he did not sleep) in the Club trailer 
        -SOMEONE else (no names) stole some of a "poor tired sleeper’s" air out of his/her mattress ,*^&#@!*$ ds. Garth (the deflated) 
        - Other various antics by some to keep us amused. (can only be told in hushed tones) 

Fortunately, the rain ceased by sun-up to give us some respite and enjoy a nice egg/bacon breakfast in comfort, also giving the weary troops some extra vim in helping to pack/tidy up. 

I was home by 11am, and in no time at all it was into a nice hot shower, and a fresh set of clothes, and no matter what your own home bed is like it’s certainly a lot better than a trailer. No bike noise or buggers yappin’, generator going all the time or fearing some clever-dick was going to lock one in the trailer. 

Overall a most enjoyable weekend, and another for tale-telling in the years to come, albeit stretched a bit each time it’s told eh!! . 
AND now, it’s only 12 months til we do it all again!!! 



4- 5 June 2016

Troops all gathered at North meeting point for the o/nighter.  4 bikes and 2 Tin-Tops; Deb & Bailey; Kay & Chester; Garth; a rider on a 1200GS who came along for the ride and then headed back home and the 2 Tin-tops with Jennifer and the 2 boys in one and Steven & Dianne in the other. 

We zig-zagged our way as usual through Mawson Lakes onto the Port Wakefield Highway, turning right at Two Wells, then Balaklava, Blyth, nearly Brinkworth, Yacka. Our lunch stop was at Gulnare, a really nice typical old pub, so thanks to them for a great hamburger, toasted sandwich and liquids.
Next stop Melrose, but not before going through Gladstone, Laura, Wirabara, Murray Town, finally arriving at our digs 2:30ish.

Bunks sorted out, it was off to the local watering hole, just to check out if the bubbles were still in the lemonade. That tested it was back to the caravan park for a few nibbles and to wait for our 6 o'clock dinner. Very nice it was too, all washed down with the obligatory bottles of fluid. We were only there until 7:15 as the next sitting was due, then back off to our bunks for more ambience (drinks and nibbles) finally retiring 10pm-ish. However, the tin-toppers partied on, probably due to the ease of their conveyance getting there Eh!!

Even thought the rooms were small (no, minute), we, the riders slept comfortably. The T/T's did manage to score the Presidential suites (bah humbug)- no apologies from them either.

Sunday greeted us with the forecasted rain, so after a sumptuous brekky of the usual egg/bacon roll (some had avocado as well as one does), it was on with as much wet weather gear as possible. At least if i fell off, I was like the Michelin man so wouldn't have felt anything! We decided that the road back via Laura would be tricky as it was under repair (i.e. gravel for some 10kms) and hence detoured through the Port Germein Gorge. Well, it wasn't dirt, but cracken twisty sheeeeeeeesh, but we, THE RIDERS made it. On a fine day it would have been a cracker. We continued to Port Pirie for a refuel and then said our goodbyes at Port Wakefield. 

A really nice w/ender again despite the precipitation; but if you are a biker and prepared, its really OK. Very nice to have the T/T's along as well, which just shows that the Club is not all about bikes all the time. I just hope the little red one missed all the trees on the way home.
Approximately 600kms for me and a very enjoyable w/end trip.

Garth Daking

15th May 2016 

Departed from South: 8 bikes 2 pillions and 6 punt crossings. The ride took us through Clarendon, Meadows, Wellington, and Langhorne Creek. Lunched at Walkers Flat. At No. 6 (Morgan) it was only Mark T, John S, Bailey/Deb and Garth left, so after much vote casting and balloting we decided Mt Mary Pub would be the next stop. Great day out just pity about the number of participants. 
Garth clocked up 491km. 


22-25th April 2016 

Left home 8.15am Fri 22nd and met up with Deb & Bailey at Tailem Bend. First stop Narracoorte for fuel and vitals, overcast, but not too cold and no precipitation yet. Well topped up, the difficult part was ahead so capitarn Bailey duly switched on the Sat/Nav, immediately we was heading East, .....WRONG, so, reprogramming to my paper with lines (called a map) it was just a 90 degree veer southward, and that was all just to get out of town!

Just before Penola, I spotted a rider catching us, it was Steve Mutton, so he then followed us. I overtook BG to ensure a safe passage through Mt Gambier to ensure we actually got to our destination (HA HA), with Steve just followed assuming we (I) knew the way, and were not going to grandmas house.

Once we traversed MtG city, BG resumed command of our convoy. By this time all fields were green as, and quite a contrast to our part of SA. Zig/zagging the last 20ks, we all arrived safely at Cape Bridgewater at 4pm-ish. We booked in and obtained our camp details from the ever helpful Noela (Vic coordinator and general hard worker). My accom was a bunk house, so not much needed to arrange there, tenters however take ages, very thirsty just watching them.

Once our sleeping arrangements were organised, it was just a case of seeing who's there and waiting for sustenance (dinner), with the ever occasional fluid intake (to cool the sweated brow you understand). Our meal was of course of the ever high standard, thank you Bailey, what the others had wasn't an issue to us on the terraces.

Most of us SA riders (4) had covered 550ish kms, so a long night of revelry wasn't on the cards and by 930 - 10pm it was shut eye 'CEPT for a Jonnie-come-lately (1.30 am!) to disturb the ambience, just no consideration for any sleepers, eh? Thanks BK!

Sat saw many more arrivals, the Vic's taking longer to negotiate the huge distance (400kms). The day's events were either a long ride or a seal tour. I chose the latter as my bush walking ability was sure to hold me in good stead, but only half way to the stinkers I realised I'll wait for the movie or just watch David Atten(borough (Ed))..... My decision was vindicated when I witnessed the troops' condition on their return (exhausted). A cuppa tea/Bex powder and a good lie down would fix them I thought. 

Now for the show and shine, well, as riders were still straggling in from the long ride it was duly called off (to be done on Sunday morn instead). Sat night meal was good soup/roast beef, pork and veg/sweets, all washed down with the ever plethora of reds, followed by yards and yards of meaningless chatter. But, still no hand out of awards- that would be on Sunday night now .

Sunday a nice bacon/egg sanger or cereal then the show and shine and a fish & chip ride to Pt Macdonnell. Quite a few were leaving for home and I decided to go as well. Departed 10.45am and travelled via Portland, Hamilton, Horsham and stopping at Bordertown when the sun was setting; no rush to get home and not always pleasant riding West at sunset.

Sunday night's events will need to be filled in by anyone who was there. Just bring my raffle prizes to the next general meeting ta!.

An all up nice Weekend ride and entertainment by the Vic BMW Club Thank you .
All up, inc the different route home = 1277kms.

Garth Daking


2-3 April 2016

All gathered and packed and ready to roll. 10am we leave from North meeting point – 12 bikes, 4 pillions and 2 cars. A lovely assortment of old &new BMW’s.  We traversed through Mawson Lakes to Port Wakefield Rd then up the Northern Xpressway. Just before Truro.we turned left towards Eudunda, then right to Robertstown. Continuing on, we bypassed Burra to get to our lunch stop at Mt Bryan, which had been previously booked. Crikey, we’ve lost a few (due to some bad advice from a vehicle GPS! Ed) Oh well, if they’re hungry they’ll soon show up. (Some fast riding rescued the strays) and eventually all were accounted for. The pub at Mt Bryan was a great venue and lots of chatter with plenty of nice things to look at. On the menu, the spring rolls were worth a mention. Now off to Gladstone, via Hallett and Jamestown. 

Arriving at the gaol at 2.30ish, we were ushered into our yard parking area at the front, all nice and secure. (Pity about the crap 100m of track in to this tourist spot. Obviously no votes to be gained by bituminising the front in this electorate). Duly escorted to our digs, it was which room (cell) – the pictures of snow capped mountains or herds of wildebeest and most importantly with whom. Harry bunked in with me as I was the only non-snorer and all-round placid one (not flaccid). Surprisingly, the cells contained comfy beds, as we all seemed to expect a concrete slab and ablution bucket. I completed a quick tour of the area, just to plan any mass breakout strategy should any trouble start in cell 25. All agreed to put in $10 for Sat night’s gruel and Sun breaky of egg and bacon sangers and a shopping team was dispatched to the local IGA for supplies. That sorted, a small gang of us set off (on foot) to see the local sights. After what seemed like many hours of torturous trekking, we finally discovered a waterhole aka pub. Phew, what a relief, once the barperson was altered to our needs. It was indeed a pleasant drink or 3. Thirst satisfied and sights seen, we just needed a few ales and a red or two to tide us over for the night’s activities. I’m sure the slope back up to the Gaol became steeper while we were away (or maybe someone spiked my lemonade). Dinner was great- thanks to our resident Club cooks and tong master. 

Evening entertainment of a ghost tour through the Gaol was on offer. The tour normally ran for 2.5 hours, but after some negotiation, we settled for a 1 hour amended version and headed off. Normally a ghost tour would be quiet and a bit scary, but to a well imbibed lot it was nothing like that. Me of course took it all in as the only one in a state of sobriety. That over, we all took rest in the kitchen for a few late night snacks and of course to reduce the weight of any liquids for the trip home. Duly consumed, it was roll call and off for a good night’s sleep. Not a lot of rocking needed in my bunk. 

Up early and on with the BBQ, ready for bacon and egg sangers. Nice one again cooks. After cleanup and packup, we departed around 10ish. First stop was the local servo to top up with fuel. Traversing our way through to Spalding & Clare, we stopped for a nice coffee and scones break in Auburn. The group went their separate ways from here, with only a short ride home (for me anyway). A really well organised overnighter. Great weather and a good fun lot to be with (despite the drink spiker). For me a mere 499kms.

Garth Daking.   


Sunday March 6th 2016

Meeting at north for a 10am departure: 10 bikes, 2 pillions and Jennifer with the two littl'uns. Earlier it was a nice coolish morning, but with a little o/nite sprinkle it was getting humid. Anyway, we headed off (after the directions and corner marking instructions) up Montacute Road to TeaTreePlaza, veer left towards the hills and proceed to our first stop at Birdwood via Checkers Hill Rd Gumeracha. Thoughtfully I'd arranged all the stoplights to turn red just as we approached them; this gave the stragglers time to regroup and feel the temp hotting up, (NOT). 

I'd organised Bills Bits and Bikes motor cycle shop (Birdwood) to open for us. It was an eye opener for a few who'd never been there before, a BMW rider who was touring the globe on his bike gave us an insight into what you need to carry for such a trip, thanks to Bill for that. Next stop Angaston, but not before going through Mt Pleasant Williamstown, Springton Eden Valley and down Menglers Hill. 

(Our destination, the Barossa Rose Repository- ed), lovely spot and no one there (just as I had organised) more likely it was too cracking hot for most folk. In time, three more turned up on BM's and Gerald W in a car. 

Duly fed, it was time for stories of how good we all were (in our own mind anyway). Still very humid though, 2pmish and most wanted to head off, prob'ly to some backyard pool, or like my mate a fridge full of coldies, something we can't do on two wheels and as my designated driver stayed home, I had to wait for a cool drop! All up, 124 miles for me. Thanks to those who attended despite the heat. 

Garth Daking 


Sunday 7th Feb. 2016
Eight bikes with nine riders (Simone as pillion with Colin) arrived at the South meeting point along with Stephen and Di as rear sweep “rider” in their car.

Staying away from major roads we arrived at the day’ s first stop for an ale at Goodieson Brewery on Sands Road, McLaren Vale at 10.30 am. Large sign out the front advised the Brewery did not open till 11am which explained the lack of activity. By consensus it was decided to continue on to the 2nd stop at Myponga rather than wait the half hour.

Good back roads bought us out at the base of Willunga Hill for the short blast up South Road and into Myponga and the Smiling Samoyed Brewery.
Pleasant stop with most having the “first” tipple for the day.
John Sargent left us at this point leaving 7 bikes for the balance of the ride.

Before departing, our leader gave an interesting interpretation of a be-header chook attempting to fly to make the point of how we will look if we hit a large bump at speed that was somewhere ahead in the middle of the road. Fortunately no flying chook incidents occurred.

Again the route had been well planned to keep us off major roads and with little traffic to annoy or slow our progress to the Alexandra Cheese Company at Mount Jagged.
Pleasant spot for a coffee and snacks.
Garth decided on a purchase of a chilli dip with a description of “ hot on the label. Looking for some rocket propulsion to assist the R1200RT home? A couple of other tried the dip only to be left breathless for a while.

The Steam Exchange Brewery on the Goolwa wharf was the next destination, reached again via an indirect route that provided good riding and little traffic. For a business situated in such a busy and historic spot it was a little disappointing.

Off to our final destination at the Prancing Pony Brewery just out of Mt Barker. Our route took us on the less travelled, but very popular with bikes, road through Ashbourne to Meadows.
Our fearless leader took on 3 cars with wild gesticulations to move off the road as they were impeding our ride over the best part of that road. One complied but not the worst offender.
The Prancing Pony was an enjoyable end to the day.
We finished up at about 4pm having covered approx 150 km. Much more for those living North of the city

This was my first ride with the club and I thoroughly enjoyed the event that was well organised and led, with great fellowship, nil incidents and 100% bike reliability. I look forward to attending many more. 
Special thanks to our lead rider Brian and the knowledge imparted by Lee on technical matters affecting my bike at rides end.

John Cameron 1978 R100S

Riders: Colin Gale and Simone Fejer (R90S), Brian Kowalik (R1100S), Lee McPeake (F800ST), Garth Daking (R1200RT), John Sargent (F700GS), Felix Schiller (R75/5), Mark Tilka (F800ST)


Sunday November 8th 

We have 2 reports from this ride:

Garth Daking:
Thanks to all who turned up at Central.
15 bikes and 3 pillions left West Terrace on time and then headed up the freeway.  After riding up via the old Eagle- on-the-Hill Rd, we rejoined the S/E freeway to turn left at the Hahndorf exit. Another quick left took us back up Germantown Hill rd (Mt Barker road and the old way into Adelaide). We travelled through leafy Bridgewater & Stirling via Longwood Ave, Sturt Valley Rd, Ironbank Rd. Ackland Rd and Main Rd took us into Blackwood & finally to the Wittunga Botanic Gardens. Along the way we were joined by Cameron and Rae, who had arrived at Central a few minutes late but managed to catch us up. There was a couple of deliberate sideroads to my planned route, but this was to give any intruders the slip.  (and allowed everyone on the ride to see everyone else riding as we doubled back around a roundabout - Ed) However there is always someone who seems to take notes of these fopas (faux pas – Ed). MT- your turn next pal. 

Arriving at the Wittunga botanic gardens, our line of bikes took over one side of the car park. In total we had: John McLarty’s green 90/6, (Garth?) Trethewey’s black 50/2, Bailey’s silver R100 RS, Len’s gold R100RS, Garth’s 1962 60/2, Harry’s 1969 69S, John Sargent’s maroon R100/7, Cameron’s R75/5, Colin and Ian on 2 x Daytona R90S
Additionally, Chester was on his 1100GS, Guy Malpas on a 1600? and John Fellenburg and Tony Jarman on their 800’s. 
(I think I am missing a couple, so please let me know if I have missed any – Ed)

A short walk into the gardens found us a couple of park benches viewing the lake and plenty of space on the grass in the shade (unless you brought your own chair), with the bikes in close view just behind us. There was plenty of conversation over lunch and a chance to catch up and swap bike repair stories and travel plans. A really nice day was had by all & it was nice to see Cameron/Ray up and enjoying the ride.

Chester Cavanagh:
The November Classic Bike ride left the central meeting point on time after Garth give a heads up on the direction of our travels. As we left Ian’s bike had a cough and a splutter, but got running ok again. The route was Greenhill rd, south eastern freeway then old Mt Barker Rd, south eastern freeway till the Hahndorf turnoff, through to Bridgewater, Aldgate, Heathfield, then as we were ahead of time Garth took us on a side trip almost to Stirling – yep we missed the turn – then it was Ironbank, Coromandel East, Coromandel Valley, and our destination at Wittunga Botanic Gardens at Blackwood.
We had 11 classic bikes with 16 bikes all together and 20 attendees, Cameron was a late starter who caught up with the pack on Greenhill rd.  It was a great ride with pleasant scenery and light traffic except for the freeway. The venue for lunch was great with plenty of parking space for the bikes and on the grass for our butts. After lunch several of us had a look at the lake which was teaming with ducks and tortoises 100s and 100s of tortoises, the local council has put up signs around the lake saying not to feed the wildlife but the ducks are way smarter and con you into feeding them well away from the signs!

A great ride, thanks for organising Garth (Ed)

(not a Club event, but organised by a BMWOCSA club member) 

24th October 

My alarm goes off at 5:30am and I’m up in a flash. With a shower and breakfast out the way, time to jump on the bike and go for a ride, a ride with a difference, a ride that only I provide.

 I leave home a couple of minutes before planned at 6:36am, there is 1 rider out already. I’m off to pick up my daughter Kirsty and her boyfriend Clayton in Nuriootpa. Clayton is riding Kirsty's Virago 250. Kirsty is pillion with me. We leave Kirsty's home at 7:18am.

We head to Eudunda via Kapunda then onto Morgan for our first fuel stop and coffee break. It’s been a good ride in great weather on roads less travelled by me. Coffee and Egg and bacon toasties are to die for at our stop. This is going to be Clayton[s longest ride and he’s starting to get comfortable with it.

Our next leg of the journey is not as planned; not sure what happened but the GPS is taking us on a different route, it’s not a problem as we needed more km’s, but I had planned them after the meet when we had more time. We ended up going to Waikerie instead of heading to Swan reach. After a ferry crossing we now head back to our original route. From Swan Reach we pass through Bowhill then stop for fuel at Mannum.

We meet up with Dave from the Lower Murray branch at this stop, but he’s not on the ride. We now continue on the last leg to registration, on to Murray Bridge, Tailem Bend, Willington then Milang arriving at 12:50pm. Most of the riders have arrived. We also have Neville and Pam Grey come along to say hi to the riders as they are in the area for a 50th birthday. Our last rider comes in just in time to qualify.

Kirsty, Clayton and I join the group for lunch, by all accounts everyone has had a great ride and many stories are shared. After lunch we head for Nuri  via Strathalbyn, Mount barker, Mount Torrens arriving about 4:10pm and 524.7Km’s to Kirsty’s and Claytons credit.

I stay for a coffee before heading for home myself. I arrived at 5:28pm and covering 606 km’s. Now it’s time to start my paper work and create certificates taking me late into the evening.


Other than my daughter and her boyfriend all participants have been Uylsssians, the first time none of my friends could make it. 9 riders and 2 pillions (11 people), attempted and completed the ride. 

Earliest rider:Helen Proctor-Brown from Ouyen leaving 6:35am.  Latest rider:Rod and Rae Lind leaving 8:20am.

First home:Dave Polkinghorne arriving 3:30pm.   Last home:Robert Miller from Whyalla arriving 7:38pm.

Shortest distance:Vaughan Soden 502Km’s.  Long distance:Robert Miller 820Km’s.

Completing all 5 Rides:Kirsty and I.  Completing 4 Rides:Rod and Rae Lind.  Completing 2 Rides:Hellen Proctor-Brown,Robert Miller,Mick Daw.

(Ulysses) Branches represented:Adelaide:3 members, Torrens Valley: 3 members, Fleurieu: 1 member.

1x member from Whyalla and 1x member from Ouyen, neither aligned to a branch.

Guy Malpass 


Saturday 10th - Sunday 11th October 

I left home 6.45am and met Harry at Birdwood then we both proceeded to Tailem Bend for a fuel and food top up. Next stop Ouyen (vic), some 3 hours away for more of the same. Twas getting hotter by now so peeling layers off would be more better eh?!  Harry’s tacho decided it was time out, by now so that was our (his) first problem. Turning right at Manangatang to “No man’s land”, we finally emerged north of Swan Hill then over the creek (Murray) to NSW and our overnight accommodation at Corowa.  Nice pub meal with a few lemonades to finish the day.  

Sat am all packed and ready, however my steed decided it didn’t want to go.  Finally sorted out the carbie slides and we’re off for the last 200 kms.  Twisted and turned countless times till getting food and liquids at Coryong. The ride and scenery in this part of the world is breathtaking.  Just about there and Harry’s bike is a clunking (Strike II), so we pull up at a beautiful scenic lookout to discover his left hand front shocker is adrift.  Duly repaired it’s only a short ride now to the Rally site (as the crow flies anyway).  

Tents up and sorted and its tuckertime (lunch) which was salmon and asparagus patty- it’s hard going in these tough times eh!   Camp site was all green and flat with a crystal clear trout stream next to us with snow capped mountains in the distance, not unlike Mannahill actually. Late arvo was trophy give outs, so we wanted to get our haul- not just me, for the bike and age aggregate pretty poor (121 years) considering our distance on the 2 oldest BM’s there. Oh well, we’re happy. Harry did warn me about the wine trophies ‘cos coming from SA which has the all time best ever reds they could be suss (yep it was).  So no winning raffle tickets either, oh well not to worry. A hot dog (Kransky) and bun for tea washed down with our own SA reds and a jolly good sleep before packing up on Sunday morn.  

All packed up ready my bike just ticking over nicely, now Harry’s (well) and finally off at around 8am.  Now for the magnificent ride back through the mountains home. Put on wet gear at Albury til Denilaquin then stripped off again. My BM was leaking fuel on the right hand side carby, so a quick fix to get going with the aid of a zillion flies.  At Tooleybuc, it was fixed better with a few zip ties. A nice stop and rewater for us and next stop Ouyen. 

By this time we had decided to head for home instead of stopping for another night. With the sun setting (as it usually does) and riding directly into it we were off. By Lameroo it was dark, so with lights on (6V) and Harry’s spotlight to glow the way, what we couldn’t see didn’t worry us (similar to closing one eye and half shutting the other in the dark). Anyway we duly made it to Tailem Bend by 8.45pm, then decided that through the city may eliminate any Skippies via the Hills. Both home safely by 11pm, but completely tired. 

Some 1100kms or 668 miles for me and 13+ hours on the road.  A truly heroic effort by the 2 x  600cc BM’s mine 53 years old and Harry’s only 46.  No major problems and a good rider/ friend to accompany me.    
PS: Maybe next time I’ll tent further away. 



Saturday 3rd October

I headed off to Civic Park, opposite Tea Tree Plaza and arrived shortly after 2.15pm, to find Harry peering up the road seemingly worried that he might be the only one attending. John Fellenburg was just in front of me on his K800, continuing his great attendance record on club rides. The hot weather may have deterred any others so after a brief chat we headed off just after 2.30pm with our sights set on riding to Walkers Flat. 

Harry led the way through the hills and apart from getting stuck behind some interstate tourists out for a Sunday drive on Saturday afternoon, the first part of the trip was not too bad. After hitting a decent bump in the middle of some unknown (to me at least) bridge in the hills my R90S decided to back fire, pop and bang for a couple of hundred metres, which had me thinking it was going to be a short ride for me. It eventually cleared itself after giving John a decent cloud of smoke to ride through. Some rubbish or water in the carby’s seemed the most likely reason. 

We crossed the river at Mannum on the ferry then on to Walkers Flat and back across the river again before stopping at the Walkers Flat store for a nice cool drink and stretch the legs. Some photos were in order for my bike and John’s which hopefully will make it into the calendar. We then headed back towards home via Mt Pleasant and then onto Williamstown. John parted company at the turn off to Williamstown and Harry led the way through to One Tree Hill where we said our goodbye’s. 

My odometer tells me that I travelled 297kms from the local servo back to my house where I arrived just after 6.30pm. Another enjoyable ride with good company.

David Cushion

1974 R90S 


27th September 2015

Early start on Sunday morning and headed off to West Beach for my first Bay to Birdwood. Arrived at 6.45am to find only 3 other bikes in front of me. Others soon arrived and particularly another silver smoke R90S belonging to a guy I had previously met who was going to buy one of the bikes from Ron’s but pondered the decision too long and missed out. We compared bikes as his had only just been finished off by his mate in the Riverland. Apart from the engine badges deciding to part company with the motor due to incorrect glue it looked good. Another 5 BMW’s arrived over the next hour or so along with some Velocette’s, Nortons, Triumphs, a Panther, some Jap stuff and one of those Harley things. Out of a total of over 1750 entries there were about 60 Bikes and 10 of those were BMW’s however I only saw 7 BM’s on the day. 3 x 90S’, 2 R75/6, an R100s and an R60/6. 

We duly headed off just after 8.30 and wound our way through the suburbs and hills to Birdwood. The journey was pleasant, but slow due to the 4 wheeled vehicles that were in front. A large crowd lined the majority of the route and waving was the order of the day. There seemed almost as many classic cars and bikes parked on the side of the road as there was in the procession.  Arriving at Birdwood, we were directed to a nice shady area and lined all of the bikes up in 2 rows and and collected our plaques and then went looking for refreshments. A quick tune up of the Riverland guys 90S to get it idling was appreciated by the owner as it constantly wanted to stall. 

The next few hours were spent wandering around talking to other bike owners and checking out some of the cars and trucks. After lunch, I decided to head home and with cars still arriving chose to head over to Lobethal and then through to Norton Summit. I have not been on that road for many years and it was a pleasant ride in perfect conditions. 

In total there were over 1700 entrants in the event. The bike did not miss a beat all day and although the journey to Birdwood was a little slow, overall it was a very enjoyable day. 

David Cushion
Silver Smoke R90S

18 - 20 September 2015
Deb and I headed off on the Thursday prior to the rally with the trailer on tow behind the RT and, after meeting up with Garth Daking and John Sargent at Truro, proceeded to Renmark for fuel and coffee. A quick stop at Robinvale for a break and then on to Hay and our family room at the Saltbush Motor Inn for the night. Very pleasant spot and not a bed feed at the Jolly Jumbuck Bistro in the main street.

The next day we headed off through Rankine Springs and picked up petrol at Lake Cargelligo and continued to Condobolin for lunch. A little further on the way to Tottenham we took what was known as the scenic route which led us down a well signposted road that eventually became gravel with about 62 kms to go. After 25 or 30 kms of careful riding the road turned back into bitumen to our delight and soon we were at our destination, the race track at Tottenham.
After the tents were set up we headed back into town for some cold refreshments and ice. A fine local IGA was our goal [which we did visit a few times during the course of the weekend] and suitably topped up, headed back for the afternoon. 
I’d planned a meal for our group and Garth supplied the nibbles for a pleasant evening.

The next day was a bit blustery, but brightened up after breakfast as more and more people arrived. Total numbers were down on the previous year but we still enjoyed  a BBQ dinner put on by the local Lions Club washed down with a few reds. Trophy presentation was next and Deb took away the longest distance pillion again with 1135 kms. A large bonfire ended off the night as some of us made it safely back to our tents for a few Z’s. 

Sunday dawned clear but windy as we enjoyed the egg and bacon roll washed down by a cup of tea and stuffed all our gear back on board the bike and were away by about 8.00am.  An uneventful ride [read as no dirt roads] took us out through Nyngan [capital of Bogan Shire] and on to Cobar for petrol and coffee. Our plan was to continue to Emmdale roadhouse 150 kms from Cobar for a top up and a sandwich to avoid a stop at Wilcannia and then take a break about a hundred kms from Broken Hill so John could top up his 700 [16 litre tank]. Our arrival at the Broken Hill Tourist Park was well before roo time and gave us a chance to have shower before the courtesy bus took us down to the Musician’s Club for a mediocre meal and a lovely cold beer.

A quick stop at the local Macca’s had breakfast done followed by a very blustery ride to Yunta carefully avoiding the flocks of goats and emus having breakfast on the side of the road. After juicing at Yunta, the temperature dropped about 10 degrees all the way back to Saddleworth for petrol and on to Riverton for a great lunch at a new eatery that had some of the best food I’ve had on the road. 
We said our farewells then continued back to the big smoke and home. A great run with good mates.

Bailey Gifford

13th September 2015

If, like me, you saw the club burb on the Bowling ride and thought “a Bowling Alley how much fun can that be?”, well as it turns out I was wrong and if you didn’t go along you missed out on a day of excitement, flair, drama, and fun; but I am getting ahead of myself.

We met at the northern departure point; there was only a small group 8 bikes with one pillion. Within one k of heading off a glove was seen to come off one of the leading bikes those at the back stopped and Brian picked it up, when I caught up with the lead riders I asked who was missing a glove? No, not either of them but as Garth had a glove on each hand and Mark was missing a glove on his right hand, I think we found the owner.  The ride to Tanunda from then on was uneventful with light traffic. Garth got us to Tanunda and when we pulled up at the Bowling Club carpark, I thought oh Lawn Bowls – arr I can do that. Then we noticed that there was a ‘Free’ family fun day next to us on the show grounds, and our hopes were up that Garth had arraigned the bouncy castle for us! But no that was out of bounds for us!!! And it wasn’t lawn bowls we were looking for but a long tin shed behind the Lawn Bowls club.

We were greeted at the door by Maureen a member of the Tanunda Kegel club and when she had us inside she gave great talk on the history of the club, its members, the times members play and how to play the game especially the rules and the scores. So here is the spiel – the Kegelbahn or skittles alley was first built in 1858 at the southern end of town at Herr Paul Fischer’s tea gardens. The game came from Germany with the early settlers, and was played on Sunday afternoons after church, coffee and German cakes were served. Before 1898 there were two lanes but since then there has only been one. Later when the tea gardens were sold the new owner didn’t want the Kegelbahn to remain so it was pulled down and placed in storage all over Tanunda. In 1932 the council allowed the club to use an area at the show grounds, the various parts were reassembled and the rest is history so they say. Today this is the only Kegelbahn still in existence in Australia.

The scoring system is quite complex and beyond our limited capabilities so we decided to count only the number of pins knocked out in each bowl, you had three bowls for each round you add the scores up. Now this is where the fun started, you had the choice of a modern ten pin bowling ball – round with finger holes - or and original Fred Flintstone ball made of wood of some unknown origin - but looking remarkable like something a very large dung beetle would push around – it was either poorly made or misshaped on purpose. You then had to get this ball down 37 meters to the pins; luckily you had a 300 mm wide wooden track to guide you. Oh year the track is concaved so your large dung ball or ball of dung would clack, clack down the track and rock from side to side, then 3 meters from the end the track fans out and being the opposite to a funnel this allows your clackty, clack to do whatever it dam well wants! And remember having travelled 37 meters the ball has had plenty of opportunity to change its mind about which pin or pins to collect at the end, or even if it wanted to hit any pins at all, so why they had to add a fan I have no idea.

Those with more experience or more confident were first to play while the rest of us tried to get some tips for when it was our turn, by the end of the first round we had checked a few things off the list – what you don’t need is: skill, speed, a round ball, or psychic ability. What you do need was some form of control over the ball, preferably by holding onto it with one or two hands and funny as this may sound you needed to send the ball towards the pins! And not towards the other players behind him as one unnamed person managed to do.
We all took turns at re-setting the pins and posting the score or hits. By the third round we were starting to get the hang of how to play or not play as the case maybe. Harry was having his turn and sent a ball down, watching its progress intently as it wobbled, bumped, clacked down the track only to discover as the ball hit the fan that someone – Dave – had lined all nine pins up in a row!!! It was a miss I am afraid.
By this time we were making that much noise that we had a couple of visitors from the family fun day who popped in to see what the hell we were doing in that tin shed. I must say it was a great day and so much fun was held by all, Mark was to prove the eventual winner with the most pins down and 118 points, even if he did try to change the rules after getting strike, angling for double points. 

Would I go again? Yes, at the drop of a hat, so thanks Garth for a great day out. Harry suggested that if more attended we should have a sausage sizzle for lunch, I think as it’s a German game, we ride German motor cycles maybe we should make it an annual event and challenge one of the other motor cycle clubs to a match. We could change challengers each year that way we get our skills up and keep their skills down, if that is possible.

Chester Cavanagh


 Saturday 15th August 2015, held at the Atujara club rooms. Our quizmaster, Tom Griffin provided the following report:

I spent several months on and of (more often of than on), pounding the keyboard, glaring into the electronic box know as a computer, searching the internet for the unusual, the rare and the mostly unused questions & answers all the time trying to avoid the usual run of the mill stuff, to see if the Owners’ Club members, their friends, their relatives and the outsiders could be stumped yet again.  Some stated that, in the past, the quiz night’s the questions & answers ‘were too easy’ so some harder ones were located.

The evening began with an ‘a hot dish to share’ and there was a good amount of casserole style dishes and variations to choose from to tempt the taste buds. Thanks to all who supplied these wonderful dishes!

There were 24 heads for the quiz which included me as the quiz master and the lovely Deb Brooking as my assistant for the night.

A big thankyou goes to the MRASA (Motorcycle Riders Association of SA) for showing up with a team of six who called themselves “The Dig Tree”.  The remainder of Club members and visitors were divided fairly equally into 3 additonal teams: - Chocolates, Mamas & Papas and the RSPCA.

The rules, or should I say the lack of them, were simple enough. Pay money and you’ll be marked correct, pay money and the other team/s loose points, pay money to gain extra points, disputes incurred a fine. I think that you get the point that I’m making! It was a fund raising evening!

Judging by a couple of disputes, I do think that there may have been two of the answers that I supplied that just might have been slightly incorrect. They are as follows.

  • How long is the Great Wall of China?  5,500 miles or 8851 km.
    • My info stated 13,100 miles or 21,100 Km. * Not too sure as to how I got this!

    • How many teaspoons in a tablespoon? Four, in Australia.
      • My info stated three – the American measurement!

    However, the above didn’t alter the outcome as far as I can tell!

    The final scores were very close with just two points separating all teams. Well done to the RSPCA team and for their “donations and bribes” proving that money can get you there in the end.  Hard luck to the other teams who fought a vicious battle.

    I stuffed up a couple of times  and I think that I got away with it, and I got a bit tongue tied with a couple of the pronunciations, but soldered on anyway.

    The proceeds of the evening were handed over to be passed on to the Treasurer and once counted, will be revealed. 

    I think that a good night was had by all and there’s a possibility that there just might be another feed & quiz night in a couple of years.   

    Till next time.

    Catch you around somewhere sometime.

    Tom Griffin


    Sunday 9th August

    This was the first regular Sunday run that I had attended since the classic run in late 2014 and having just got the 90S back after the rebuild was looking forward to it. Seven bikes and riders met at the Coles Express Darlington and had maps distributed by Dave Murray. Brian Kowalik kindly agreed to be tail end Charlie with his bright yellow bike and so shortly after 10.00am we all headed off along South rd led by Dave.

    The weather was mainly fine, although a little chilly and first stop was Mt Bold reservoir. Harry had never been there before and it has been at least 20 years since my last visit. The water level was much lower this time. A short stroll onto the dam wall and some photos of bikes and riders then back onto the bikes for the next leg to Myponga. However 3 or 4 riders decided to take a wrong turn and had to be rounded up by the corner marker. Once back together we continued towards Myponga with beautiful scenery along the way. 

    Myponga bakery for morning tea and a chat where John Sargeant was having trouble with the indicators in his recently purchased bike. Back on the bikes for a slight backtrack and then turn right and head towards Strathalbyn via Middleton and Goolwa. At Strath we found another bakery and had some lunch while standing around discussing all things bike related. 

    Shortly after 2pm we all decided to part company and head home. Many thanks to Dave Murray for organising and leading the ride. It was a very enjoyable day with good weather and enjoyable company.

    David Cushion

    1974 R90S

    BORDER RUN 2015

    The Border Run for 2015 started out on the prior Wednesday when Deb & I met up with Garth at Port Wakefield. We'd planned a leisurely ride to Coffin Bay, stopping at Port Augusta Macca's for a bite and Cowell for a cuppa on the way. We were staying with Peter & Sonia Richards, friends from a long way back. Peter was the President when I joined the Club in 1976. After soaking in the sights and occasional showers of Coffin Bay, we headed to Streaky Bay for a gathering of a lot of old friends from all points of Australia.

    A showery day Saturday saw us stuck behind a semi travelling West making a huge trail of mist that blotted out any oncoming traffic [with no overtaking lanes!!!]. 30 or 40 kms later, the road dried enough to shoot past and get to the Border by early afternoon. We'd sorted out our digs a long time ago and retired to them to dry out and warm up.
    Saturday night's dinner was a bit down on numbers probably due to the weather so after the meal and a few reds, then a few more, we toddled to the bar to sort out badges from Gunner. Several drinks later we were snug in bed ready for an early start and the promise of egg & bacon sandwiches at Nullarbor roadhouse. On to Penong for a leg stretch for Deb and through to Poochera for a cup of tea and a chunk of Mum's sultana cake saw us arrive at Kimba for the night about 3.30pm. Tanks were topped and hotel rooms sorted out then on to dinner. Another gathering of several states during which we passed the 40th birthday plaque to David McAuliffe to pass onto the Victorian MCC.

    Very misty and cold for the ride to Port Augusta next morning, but the sun eventually came out before coffee at Macca's again. The showers continued to come and go most of the way home and after a quick top up at Port Wakefield, we arrived home about 1.30pm. All in all a great trip with both Deb and I looking forward to next year.


    Bailey Gifford


    24 HOUR EVENT- 11th and 12th July 2015

    The event on the 11th and 12th July was a success, despite cold and blustery conditions.

    Thanks to the team that turned out to support the club and the riders.


    Lovely site xcept riders are now going tuther way than we thought, weather well what can we say apart from the cold & wet bits it was OK, our accommodation was an old hay/animal barn which we duly cleaned up to be our control. Harry though insisted on putting up the tent for the BBQ area. Riders weren’t due in til 4.30 so there was plenty of time to get sorted out. Our resident chef/cook had food underway by 6ish and I must say they were cooked to perfection, while we waited for the main course tomato soup was there in abundance all w/end, well done Harry, apart from the tent blowing down and the odd stumble of patrons, the w/end was a great success, one rider went so far to say he loved us all (thank you Jackob no 179), again thanks to all the brave souls who once again dared to venture into the wilds of that cold area to make our days pleasurable. 

    Garth (the not so brave) 
    Photos coming soon! 

    Coorong Run, 3/5/2015

    No report has been submitted from this ride.

    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 paperwork for the hall hire.   Dianne and I set up the chairs and tables so that the group couldsit 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 bikes 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 Yankalilla 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.  !!!!!!!