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jeff006 08/01/2012
Folks, just this weekend alone I’ve ridden, easily, a thousand Ks. On Saturday there was a magic ride with 60 big bikes in the Gold Coast Cruiser Club. I don’t know how to express it other than to offer the following verse, and the first picture:
A 'Snapshot', of mine and Snapshot's bikes in the eye of the storm:
A quiet moment between wild thunderstorms of big bikes racing through the cane fields to the ocean ...
Magoo, again, guides us along roads we didn't know existed, and will probably be unable to find again ...
a Magical Mystery Tour! ...
'Dr Jeff'
There are two magic photos of the senior members of the club, me with Magoo, and Magoo with Chainsaw ... rough names for gentle men. And look at the MASS of bikes riding with me/us. Oh, and that's my beautiful wife with our official Pink Ribbon Day (Breast Cancer Fundraising) T-Shirt on, ready for a ride!
Then , today. A wonderful start to our ‘sports ride’, with the traditional Sunday morning breakfast at our Ducati friendly café (NSane Café, Robina, see some pics) followed by a ride through the hinterland over the border in to NSW. A quick (non-alcoholic drink) at Tyalgum (a very picturesque little village in the absolute middle of nowhere).
On the next leg were were taking it quite easy and then ALL HELL BROKE LOOSE. I AM STILL RE-LIVING IT IN MY BRAIN IN SLOW MOTION because the experienced lass in front of me had a bad accident (before I selfishly worry you, she was 100% OK because we ALL wear the very best gear).
ALL my gizzards, were in my mouth as I watched her rear end lock-up, swerve, spew rubber from here to Bondi, and then, ... ‘heart-sink’ and ‘breath hold’ ... disappear down a ditch! I was certain she’d be hurt ... bad. But WOW she’s a tough one! It was in slow motion for me.
Enough soppy rubbish ... I just can't tell you how happy I was when I ran to her and there she was sitting there like a little chicken just hatched out of an egg ... on top of her bike ... kind of dazed but 100% OK :) WOW that felt good.
And she was SURROUNDED by friends instantly. THIS, my readers, is why riding in a group is such a fine thing to do. You learn from others, but you are also cocooned in instant attention if something goes wrong. I am a doctor … but none of that was needed. The bike was torn to bits, but she has little more than a bruised right chest.
I didn't see her doing ANYTHING wrong up until the incident, but I think she locked up her own rear brake, and clamped it down by reflex after the panic had set in that things were not going well! I guess she had a million other things to think of simultaneously … but that’s the focus required to ride a motorcycle. She’s not the only one to have come off making a minor mistake (I have a titanium collar bone to prove it! ... my skills weren't up to what I was trying to do on some other day, which is for another story). But I think her aim was PERFECT ... RIGHT between two, CLOSE, steel road signs ... “GOOOOOAAAAAL”! I followed her all the way from Tyalgum, and was just casually watching her line, lean, posture ... it was all perfect. Just a “$^&%*%#’ing” bad day, on a rotten corner covered in grease and potholes, and that's that.
The weekend ends one bike less … but ALL humans accounted for!
It would be perverse to post a photo of our dear friend's face, or even her mangled bike ... but the last photo just shows how many people were there, immediately, and that's her with her bare back to us ... 100% fine ... (but yes, she DID have an armoured jacket on as she headed down that ditch).
May you all fare well, and better than we did this fateful Sunday.
