DIESEL’S NOM RUN
03JUL11
Ride Report:
Well….as previously touched on by Mucka, the SDC hard men turned out on Sunday all primed for another riding adventure regardless of gloomy weather reports.
Pop, Ruddy and I met up at the southern meeting location and after shooting the shit briefly we fired up our mounts and headed for the northern rendezvous point where we found a very lonely Davo. The worried look on his face soon dissipated to one of relief once we rolled in as it put to rest concern he might have foregone his Sunday sleep in for a solo ride.
We all discussed the prospect of amending the route given the amount of rainfall we’d had the night prior and the fact roads up through the hills would be lucky to dry out by early afternoon at best, providing the day itself remained a dry one. So, we decided to head straight up the freeway to Hahndorf for a touch of morning smoko, at which point we’d vote on the ride agenda moving forward.
Around 10 minutes prior to the advertised group departure time we were convinced the small group was the limit to the days attendance and considered legging it early….lucky we didn’t however as Mucka showed up still glassy eyed and sporting mattress marks on his face, anyway he made it in the end with enough time for durry ‘good on you Mucka’.
A ride brief, then transit through Mawson Lakes, onto Main North, Gepps Cross, Hampstead road, Port Rush and then onto the freeway where we let the reins go for a fast (but legal) traffic carving ride into Hahndorf. The main drag was fairly busy for that time of morning but we found a big enough area to park all the bikes. Upon dismount I ran into a work colleague of mine who happens to be ex RAAF, or penguin as I affectionately call them, who I’ve spoken to in the past about joining up. It was good he had the opportunity to meet some of the lads and seemed keen on taking it to the next stage, so we’ll see what happens there.
After a brew at the German Arms we decided to continue out to Mannum for a pub lunch, so off we took out through Woodside and Mt Torrens. A quick bite in the front bar upon arrival before gearing up again for the return leg.
We crossed over on the ferry and enjoyed the fast sweepers on the back road into Murray Bridge
We had planned to head through Callington on the back roads before joining the freeway but a wrong turn from me had us out on the freeway sooner battling strong winds…sorry lads, anyway what doesn’t kill us makes as stronger hey? I pulled into a truck stop shortly after for those who suffer from bladder impotence issues and thought this may be the right time to farewell my brothers as we scatter in respective homebound directions. Everyone except for me and my old beer drinking oppo Mucka who’s always keen, so back into Hahndorf for one more.
So to summarise, it was a good day had by all, the weather was superb with nothing but blue skies once the morning cloud burnt off.
The tool award would have to go Mucka’s way after stopping the convoy to tell us we were all heading the wrong way and we had missed the turn off, but his mind was rested after we told him Murray Bridge is the other town out this way starting with ‘M’.
Hats off to Ruddy who endured his ‘man cold’ with courage (pills) and found the strength to have a crack, Pop for his easy ‘go with the flow’ ways and Davo for his confidence by failing to even consider packing his wet weather gear.
I was encouraged to give all those without ‘legitimate’ excuses for not attending a right old spray in this report, but I won’t. Mucka’s already created the upset.
But I will say that KP and his sunny and contagious disposition was sorely missed.
Fast, smooth and safe lines boys.
Diesel
