B/D ride canned but did you ride?

[ChrisMember]

micknmeld wrote:

possibly, the best post I have ever seen on OBT!! :laugh: What else would you expect from a worthy King!

Can’t wait for the next installment!

Motion seconded hope it doesn’t take to long for the next instalment, he may be busy with all his kingly duties to perform.

Chris.

[MalMember]

chris72a wrote:

micknmeld wrote:

possibly, the best post I have ever seen on OBT!! :laugh: What else would you expect from a worthy King!

Can’t wait for the next installment!

Motion seconded hope it doesn’t take to long for the next instalment, he may be busy with all his kingly duties to perform.

Chris.

I agree Mick and Chris. Bol you are a worthy King mate.

Absolute cracker! :laugh:

[Jeffrey SmithMember]

You are one of a kind Bol

[glennMember]

The Old bulls 4th birthday ride through Boony`s eyes.
Thursday night we loaded the PCM transporter with all the tools required for an OBT birthday bash.
1. Bikes
2. Esky full of beer.
6.00 am Friday morning and the lads started to arrive. Coffee at the servo and on the road to sunny corner we went. Had a few road trips with the lads in the past, but this one took the cake, Watto told us of his phobia of spider,(mistake number 1) :whistle: mistake number 2 was getting in the front when we stopped for a break to kick the tyres after we had had a few brews. :cheer: I thought it would be a bit funny to grad a long bit of grass and then tickle Watto`s neck when he wasn’t looking, well who would have thought we could get 5 hours outa that joke and end up with sore guts and jaws from laughing so bloody much. :woohoo: :woohoo: :woohoo:
We got to Mudgee and restocked the esky to be on the safe side as 2 cartons had evaporated so far on the trip. Snow needed a set of rear wheel bearings for the dozer so we stopped at the Mudgee john deer dealer and grabbed a set. The road trip continued and poor Watto just got punished some more. :whistle:
Finally we got to the camp site and set about erecting camp Tamvegas. When done we grabbed another beer stood back and went, yep that’ll do for the weekend. Went around and said g’day to a few familiar faces then grabbed another beer.
It was about then we were told that the ride was cancelled. So we grabbed another beer.
I don’t normally grace these rides with my presence and the first time I do it gets cancelled. :angry:

CANCELLED??? WTF :angry: :angry:
Some bureaucrat somewhere said no to riding in the forest on a fully registered bikes (obviously for a very good reason) so that was that she was off.
Well you all know what that meant don’t yahs,
We had about a gazillion people camped in our campsite, :ohmy: and this meant grabbing another beer and do the rounds to say g’day to more familiar faces as they arrived.
Night fell and true to the forests form the ferals came out to play. Lucky we Tamworthian`s were well behaved! We had the pleasure of watching some items that had been bought along for the organized ride being disposed off in an orderly manner, and then just after sunset we were off to bed.
We rose pretty late the next morning, I was laying there listening to the rain on the roof of camp tamvegas and thinking that’s good we need the rain; :angry: I think I heard a rooster crow at about 06.00 at that got us out of bed. Brekkie was cooked and we geared up for a bit of a gentle trail ride to see if we could find some local sights to see considering we could ride as a large group we thought we should obey the law and just go off by ourselves. Well root me boot if we didn’t get out on the trails and there was this bloke on another trail bike riding the exact same trails we were doing. Any way I had had enough after about 20 ks so I headed back to camp to grad another beer. The guys returned to camp not very long after I got there so I grabbed another beer. The rain had not let up all day and I could only think how nice, we need the rain.
All those bloody people that were camped in our campsite decided to have a gathering around a fire that we lit and then this bloke got up and started handing out more gear that needed to be disposed of because our ride had been cancelled. The bloke up the front was really hard to understand because he kept pointing to different people and yelling out stuff. I was having a little bit of trouble seeing him so I thought I would use my little headlamp to help light him up, I could tell he was very appreciated of this kind gesture.
A lot of fun was had around our fire that night there was smiling facing and laughter, when all along we were saying “hey P off the rides been cancelled and this is our camp site”
I was woken on Sunday morning by the nice sound of a crowing rooster and what sounded like distant gun fire. The rain had let off and it was time for Brekkie and then we made a call that if this lot wasn’t going to get out of our campsite then we would leave.

The trip home was as good as the trip there.

Thanks go to
PEP for the dream transporter
Buzz for a lone of his trailer
And the Tamworth boy for making it a trip to remember.

It was great to catch up with all those familiar face and I even got to put faces to avatars.

Till next one

Boony

[simon burkeMember]

Sunny Corner Island
Saturday June 2nd
1712 A.D.
Diary entry;

I awoke to the sound of one of the mad “Tamworthians” making a noise like a rooster and another gibbering about spiders. As an observation of these weird people from the Island of Tamworthia, I have come to the conclusion that there perhaps has been some inbreeding with some wild animals on their island. I made a mental note never to sail to such a weird and volatile land.
Slain animals were consumed for breakfast and each individual tribe member went about busying themselves by sharpening their spears for the big hunt. There was a large array of spears present and a multitude of colours. I quickly noted that the natives with orange spears seemed to carry a lot of spare parts for their spears. I looked at my sturdy looking red spear that I had picked up in another far away land on a previous hunt, and noticed that the Tamworthians had adorned it with a statue of a goat. The customs of these natives still astounds me.
The hunt for “adrenaline” and the possibility of “euphoria” had begun. The tribe members went into the forest in all sorts of directions. It was obvious that the Forest Gods were being obeyed. After I entered the dark forests I came across a few natives who looked to me that they were good hunters. I chose to follow these hunters to see where it takes me. Spears were soon flying in all directions. Some hitting trees and others impacting in the mud. Adrenaline was abundant in these forests and I think all of the hunters bagged their fair share. Euphoria was sky high, but with a well aimed spear, it too was put under the hunter’s belt. The hunting made the natives hungry and we returned to the bush camp to eat more slain animals. The weather got worse and the hunters decided that more of the local poison should be consumed.
Whilst warming our sodden bones around the fire, the “long walkers” arrived. The long walkers are a different bred of hunters who have large spears that once thrown, can travel long distances. They mainly hunt euphoria on their long hunting expeditions and have the strange custom of drinking the blood of the “latte” animal. The long walkers were very cold and wet and soon joined us around the fire .It was good to see these people as they are good, kind people.
Darkness was soon upon us and we moved to a sacred site for a banquet. More slain animals were eaten. We returned to our bush camp and the rain lifted for more bartering of hunting equipment and produce. Once again the natives were generous. More stories of bravery were relayed by word of mouth and pictures. The hunters seemed to have bagged a great deal of adrenaline and euphoria for the day. The elders were pleased. Eventually the lure of the goat temple beckoned me and again I laid down in the mud to familiar smells of the night before. As I drifted off to sleep I heard a few panicked screams of unfortunate natives who wandered into the bush camp of the Victorians.
May God have Mercy on their tortured souls….

To be continued…..

[Amy HarburgMember]

After riding several hours over some way cool trails and meeting up with Ace, Eagle and Bones we arrived pumped for the weekend only to hear it was cancelled:ohmy: . O well that was the unfortunate fact of the matter.
Like so many others that had trekked out in the foreboding weather reports we decided to camp the night. After all we had just ridden a big day and it was really the only safe thing:whistle: .

As luck would have it the next day I found some other adventure riders that allowed me to follow them to a pub lunch at Hill End. Despite the very wet and cold condition I had an awesome ride. Quite unexpectedlyB) Katgirl was also ridding to the pub and wow did she set a cracking pace for me. After warming up a bit I did my best to keep up with her for a time and I was rewarded with improving my riding abilities in the dodgy conditions.
I also gotta say that I learnt what commitment is, Kat had no water proof gear on and was wet to the core, but she didn’t lose her smile or determination to ride on and enjoy the day. In fact this just seemed to spur her on and ride harder!
Because I had left all my camping gear at the location I camped the night before we decided to return there and camp again. This is where Stephen, Alyssa and Mick greeted us with hot water bottles and post ride drinks and nibbles. Boy do they know how to camp and look after their friends!!!!!

At least the organised dinner was able to go ahead, albeit at a different location. The dinner was great. Thanks TB and others for working so hard under trying conditions to ensure the dinner went on almost as planned. The impromptu auction later that night was just so much fun and I was almost overwhelmed with the support Kat and I received for our upcoming APC ride:silly: A massive Thank you to all.

Finally on the Sunday I headed home and rode with Eagle and Bones through the pouring rain, but the whole time I had a smile on my face thinking about a great weekend.

What a great weekend!!!

Flying Fish

[Nick JacksonMember]

Bollocks IS the next H. G. Wells , it’s a litery masterpiece !!

[Bob DowsettMember]

Hey Boony wish i could stick my face in my own Avatar again:)

Bollocks i really don’t know what to say :ohmy:

[JohnMember]

KING BOLLOCKS wrote:

Sunny Corner Island
Friday June 1st
1712 A.D.
Diary entry;

It was a wild, cold and wet night when my schooner beached on the shores of the unforgivable Island which is known by many a traveler as Sunny Corner.
I noted that there was a large gathering of tribes from distant lands communicating in their local tongue. The natives seemed to be restless and I wondered why this was so. Cautiously, I approached a warrior elder dressed in his battle dress of red and white polka dots to seek some explanation to why these nomadic people were looking for war .With the translation assistance of another elder, who went by the strange name of “Chris”, I discovered that there was to be a large gathering of the tribes for the annual hunt of the elusive beasts, “adrenaline” and “euphoria”. These animals are much prized by the tribal people and they travel far distances to join in on the hunt. It seemed that the Forrest Gods were angry and would not allow the tribal people to hunt as a group. The tribal people were forlorn and were seen shaking their fists at the Gods and casting what seemed to be spells in a language that I do not understand. Over a period of time the people seemed to resign to the fact that they would have to hunt on their own. Their spears were unloaded, sharpened and placed in waiting beside their bush camps, ready for the next day’s hunt.
I moved towards the fire to interact with some of these savages. The mood of the people changed gradually as the local drink made them forget about the angry Gods. It seems some of these tribal people had travelled many days. I was wary of a particular savage looking group of natives from a land called “Victoria’, especially their leader who spoke in forked tongue about his God “Kato”. Soon the mood was one of celebration as a native group, known as the ‘Tamworthians” began to dance and make offerings to their God who look very much like a goat. The elders began to tell stories of other elders and tribesmen and tribeswomen who had done great feats, this pleased the people and their stories will be told for many years to come.
Celebrations were well and truly underway by now and it was decided that goods were to be traded. An amazing array of goods and hunting equipment were available. The tribal people were very generous in their buying of these strange looking items .I look back now and smile as obviously too much drink was taking its toll with the tribal people, as they made me a “King” and placed a rather large crown on my head made from objects that I have never seen before. I was also placed on an elaborate throne made from the bones of slain enemies. I was asked by the elders to address the people and I expressed my thanks with some embarrassment but with heartfelt gratitude. After consuming what was described to me as” The Blood of Lord Kato” I began to feel light headed and the night became an orgy of song and dance. A previous King of another tribe preformed a rhythmic song to the tune of a wooden type of instrument, much to the delight of the tribal people. I have been told he was a good and kind King
The tribe known as the “Tamworthians” were odd people but they were good people. They let me sleep on the floor of their bush hut for the night. It was quite an experience as the thatched hut smelt distinctly of flatulence and goat urine. Eventually I drifted off to sleep with the sound of native drums banging in my head……

To be continued…..

[JohnMember]

MC chronic doing the Husaberg song.

[Peter ReidMember]

Very clever KING BOLLOCKS !!!

As a first time rider as an old bull, I didn’t think I would have to ride off on my own and find my way around thousands of acres of unfamiliar forest, luckily I came across this bloke on a berg with a very strange name, he seemed to know a good few sweet singles so it was all good, thanks medogrocket.

One question, why do they call it the ring of knowledge?:laugh: :laugh: :laugh:

Great weekend had by all goat herders and spider lovers:P
Hoss

[Dwayne OMember]

Boll :laugh: YOU ARE A NUTTER !!!!

ALL HAIL THE KING :woohoo:

Keep it coming brother , laugh a minute stuff

[katrina ratcliffMember]

It’s not often I get a chance to take a 4 day weekend and have an opportunity to do a spot of camping, riding and socialising with mates around a campfire. So got there early on Friday, set up camp, bikes off trailer and prepared. It wasn’t till late that afternoon that Trailboss formally advised of the cancellation and I understood the situation. Unfortunately I had one too many drinks so couldn’t drive home…. camping overnight was the only option…. so did a spot of more drinking, cooked up some Indian food and slept with the sounds of snoring coming from Mal’s tent!!

Next morning I decided to change my ride option and instead of getting lost on single trails I decided to head for Hill End for more of an adventure ride (plus the knowledge there was a pub made it more tempting)….I wanted see if I could hook up with Flying Fish (no pun intended) and some old buddies…Strucky, Fish and Eagle. I was thrilled to not only ride with these guy’s/girls but got to meet some other’s along the way.

The ride was at a comfortable pace and had everything from rocky sections, water crossings, slippery mud and ruts. We were lucky and had Steve with his GPS leading the way. Only got lost once that required us all to turn around. I demonstrated to Fish my turning skills by hopping off my bike and leaning it over on the side stand and twisting the bike 180 degrees….got a belly laugh out of him that was priceless.

After quick fuel at Capertee we headed to Hill End. By this stage I had blue lips so did what anyone would do when you’re cold…… ride harder and faster. Decided to push my limits flying on the slippery dirt chasing Strucky. Came in hot on quiet a few corners but managed to make the bike’s arse go all over the place. Strucky nearly kissed a 4wd coming the other way but was able to just get around it…. that was impressive. It was great riding with Flying Fish and enjoying the banter over a pub lunch with drinks….. got to teach you how to drink rum and coke!!… We hogged the two heaters but the boys didn’t seem to mind. The other highlight was seeing Steve ride his yellow beast in slippery conditions and showing how its done ……. and he and Clubby using up the F counter when discussing their sleeping arrangements for the night….. “Golden Chain” was mentioned about 100 times by Clubby….

Got back at 4pm with my whole body blue and the bike was shaking due to my shivers. I was amazingly welcomed by smick400, Alyssa and Stephen with a hand to strip down out of my wet gear, hot water bottle down my top, rum/coke poured, nibbles and the use of Alyssa/Stephens Castle full of heaters and shelter from the rain…..

The night was then shared over a meal at the Hall (thanks to who ever arranged that at last minute) then back for an auction that made my belly sore with laughter. I was overwhelmed by the support from the OldBull community for our APC challenge ….. TB, Steve, MickP, and Pete the Wulf, and Matt from Bikes & Bits….

Despite the cancellation and weather it was special to catch up with mates that made the most out of a bad situation.

Special kiss to TB, Chris and other for your tireless efforts to foster this amazing community of people.

Kat

[simon burkeMember]

Sunny Corner Island
Sunday June 3nd
1712 A.D.

Diary entry;

Once again I am woken by this Tamworthian native crowing like a rooster. I now think I know what type of animal back at the island of Tamworthia that this native may be genetically related to.
My eyes are like the maritime maps I use to travel the world. I drag myself out of my thatched hut, smelling of goat urine and flatulence, and wander over to the next campsite. I am greeted by a friendly native woman who is a” long walker”. We are having difficulty communicating and can see that this warrior woman is not impressed by my blood stained eyes, stench and my lily white skin. She tells me of great journeys that lie ahead with her spear and her Kat. I was amazed that these savages kept domestic animals. We spoke of spears for some time and then I bid her farewell. I made my way back to the campsite and the Tamworthians fed me some more slain animal.
Hunting was an option that morning, but I felt that I had bagged my adrenaline quota and had a stock pile of euphoria big enough to see me home on my return journey. I also see that many of the hunters are heading back to their homelands. Some of the bravest warriors stay to hunt on. I am impressed by their courage and tenacity. I help the Tamworthians pack up their bush camp and there is a never ending volley of flatulence .We all find this very amusing and I truly believe it was a bonding moment between us all. They are happy to take my spear and look after it until we meet again. The tide is going out quickly so I must make haste and bid my farewells. I thank the elders and as many of the tribes people as I can find. I board my vessel and I head out into the wide open bay with a cool breeze and a misty rain sending me towards the horizon.
I have time to think as I make my long journey home. What drives these tribes together? Is it the thrill of the hunt? Is it a chance to reacquaint old tribal friendships? Is it a chance to meet new tribes and their members? A chance for someone to be a part of something whole with a positive spirit ? I believe it could be all these things and many more. There is much more to a good tribe other than being able to throw a spear well. I saw all of this on my trip to Sunny Corner Island and I hope one day to return……

The End :woohoo:

[scott bockingMember]

All hail the King!!!

STM

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