A Little Place Called Wollombi
Saturday morning the sun was shining somewhere above the mist and a number of Niges set out for clear skies to the west. Usual meeting place where Nige, Benson, Keys, Sideways Bob, Black Santa, Lucky, and Mohawk shared some fond memories, hugs, and cuddles before heading off along that well worn trail to Wollombi. Nige said I, since it was my idea in the first place, should lead us out and then went immediately to his position out front. He set his usual blistering pace and we found ourselves at the pub about three minutes later. Dont know what happened to Mohawk he just kind of disappeared into the time space continueum that appears behind Niges Ninga from time to time. I hope he is well in whatever land or time he woke up in…..all the best old friend. Anyway those who remained made it to Wollombi and then back to a little known secret place called Jerries for lunch. By this stage Lucky was most unwell and didn’t eat or drink, just watched his good friends enjoy their meals then rode home and collapsed with the Ebola Virus or something like that and has only risen from his deathbed to post this um…..post.
Threatening aren't we.
Even scarier close up
Yeah we got nothin!!!
Geez Lucky are you ok? you seem to be putting off a real glow there.
Mate, you have exceeded even Scrounger’s expectations with your entertaining and insightful ride report. I see a new role for you on the Nige Committee.
I especially appreciate your Ninja envy comments, don’t worry though, they are bringing out an even better version so you will have even more to lust after.
Aren’t we a handsome bunch of blokes?