NIGE Motorcycle Club

“Aww jeez Nige do we have to go if it rains ’cause my mum said I’m not allowed to get wet.” “Yes we do Lucky and I don’t want to hear any more complaints out of you” Lucky’s downcast expression didn’t go unnoticed by his friend Ant. “Don’t you worry about him Lucky. You ride with me and if he says anything mean I’ll rouse on him” So it was a pretty typical start as Nige, DD, Ant, Lucky, Sideways, and Keys left Maccas on a cloudy but promising day. On one of our infrequent stops Nige made a damning confession. Remember how long ago the Superbikes were? Well Nige still hadn’t washed his Ninja since he got back. Nor, he told us, has he washed his GSA since coming back from Tasmania. Meanwhile, Sideway’s and Lucky’s Busas, DD and Key’s Beemers, and Ant’s Firestorm, looked like they had just rolled off the assembly line and all shone beautifully in the glorious emerging sunshine. Keys was absolutely horrified with Nige’s poor sanitary approach to his bikes, “Motorcycles can get germs Nige. Big germs too. Just like people and they get really sick. I know there isn’t a government agency like DOCS for motorcycles but there should be and they’d tell you the same thing and you’d be in big trouble mister.” At this point we all thought that Keys was going to take Niges bike from him but he jumped off it pretty quicksmart because, “It felt all gooey”

All this worrying about Lucky is giving me a nervous condition I'm sure.

Jiminy Cricket! This is worse than I thought

Once all that nasty business was out of the way we continued out to Wollombi with Ant setting a quick pace. On to Broke with Nige pushing hard and Lucky just rearward and to his right and constantly avoiding all the bits of dried mud and branches as well as various pieces of fox, wombat, magpie etc that were flying off his bike; finally reefed free of the Ninja’s paintwork many months after their initial contact. From there Lucky took point with Sideways tucked in behind. They must have been a magical and magnificent sight from behind as those extraordinary machines went quietly about the business of making all others seem a bit more ordinary.

Lunch at Bylong. Hmmmmm…. If you like eating anything that comes in plastic wrap and heated in a microwave then this place has some fine dining for you…. but I think only astronauts should have to do that. DD didn’t eat any of course. “I am not a rocketman”

Plastic coffee....again?

The run back home was fun. Sideways took off first whilst the rest of us were still applying our lip balms and finishing combing our hair and we didn’t see him again till we reached Broke. Keys was out there somewhere too and we found him at Broke as well. Funnily, on the way out to Bylong he didn’t follow us, possibly because he was ahead, and went some other path less travelled or whatever and rejoined us somewhere along the Golden Highway.

Three men desperately concerned where Keys might be

We managed to dodge the rain for the most part and as far as I can tell we all made it home safely. Perhaps Nige called in to the Mingara car wash on the way back but I doubt it.