Wednesday, February 14, 2007
L(oser) Plates
CONGRATULATIONS JULIAN!
On Monday morning at 07:55am, Julian went and sat his RE motorcycle riding test... and passed! Well done honey - now we can go for rides without your L(oser) plates ;) woohooo!
Monday, February 12, 2007
Housewarming Party
My mate Sean finally got around to inviting us over for beers and food to celebrate his housewarming on Saturday. Ryan and I spent the day at the Re-Store and the International Beer Shop stocking up on essentials like cheese, pate, crackers and of course beer. Oh and I tried the best continental roll ever - four meats, cheese, mayo, semi-dried tomato and artichoke hearts. HOMG, the best combo ever.
The evening started out on the balcony with Bacardi and cola and Kokanee (Canadian beer) which was actually quite tasty.
*growl!* Sean and me
Off to the Flying Scotsman, which was conveniently walking distance. This started deteriorating from there as Shannon had drank too much and things were getting messy... Cutting a long story short - back to Seans, then dropped some of the boys off then went home. I never got to eat that Salmon pate either... *frown*
The evening started out on the balcony with Bacardi and cola and Kokanee (Canadian beer) which was actually quite tasty.
Sean, Shannon and Ryan
*growl!* Sean and me
Off to the Flying Scotsman, which was conveniently walking distance. This started deteriorating from there as Shannon had drank too much and things were getting messy... Cutting a long story short - back to Seans, then dropped some of the boys off then went home. I never got to eat that Salmon pate either... *frown*
Saturday, February 10, 2007
You ARE the Saga
It's been well over two weeks since I last blogged, mainly because work has been so hectic that I don't have time to blog there! And when I get home, I'm usually occupied with other things again...
So, it's not about not having any material, it's about finding the time to tell the story...
The last few weeks have been quite rocky in a personal sense. All sorts of things have been happening in the background, and even more so in the foreground; where as I had it described to me today as: "You ARE the saga". In all, I've learnt a lot about myself and those around me. It has made me a better friend for it. Thanks to those that have stuck around - you know who you are.
On a more interesting note, last Wednesday Sean and I organised a bike washup at his place. Mmm, Bacardi and cola. He certainly knows how to keep this girl happy. Well, at least I was happy for a while...
So we're all out in the carpark washing the bikes, flinging some water and foam at each other, bantering and carrying on about who's bike is "ewww... feelthee" in their best Finnish accent. I'm cleaning the rims on my bike which haven't been touched since Dunborough (about two weeks ago), baked on dirt like you'd never believe. So he asks, "Hey Maya, would you get angry if..." I raise my head. *plop* "Woops" he says. *urge to kill rising*.
So he's gone and thought he could get some foam on my face, little did he know that the underdiluted truck wash he had just flung at me was slowly chewing at my cornea. I looked up at him in disgust as he's holding in his laughing. I hear "take a photo" coming from another so-called mate.
In the end, there was a photo of me with foam all over my left eye. It's best left out of view until I'm well and truly dead. From then on, I was not a happy camper. A few of us then headed out to Beaufort Street for a meal at Martino's. The pasta was good, the beer was cold, the restaurant was hot (air-con not working) and better yet, they forgot to charge us for the booze.
On Thursday, I went out for a blat on the R1 with Robin. We started in Scarborough with a meal and met up with Alex, then headed out for a spin up the coast to the Breakwater for a beer and a cigar. Talking shit and being merry. We then headed out to Maccas in Beldon where we had to "ride-thru" as the restaurant was closed. Robin then proceeded to rev the fuck out of his bike in the driveway and deafen all the staff, the cars behind and myself. Mmm, chicken nuggets with sweet and sour sauce. It was then off to the secret squirrel lookout of Ocean Reef Road where we took a cycle path up to a bench overlooking the ocean. More dribbling and chatting... then before we knew it, it was 3am. Time to head home for a few hours sleep.
Friday was fucked. That about sums it up. Had an unproductive meeting at work, one of the managers left, was falling asleep at my desk... *sigh* was glad the weekend was only hours away.
So, it's not about not having any material, it's about finding the time to tell the story...
The last few weeks have been quite rocky in a personal sense. All sorts of things have been happening in the background, and even more so in the foreground; where as I had it described to me today as: "You ARE the saga". In all, I've learnt a lot about myself and those around me. It has made me a better friend for it. Thanks to those that have stuck around - you know who you are.
On a more interesting note, last Wednesday Sean and I organised a bike washup at his place. Mmm, Bacardi and cola. He certainly knows how to keep this girl happy. Well, at least I was happy for a while...
So we're all out in the carpark washing the bikes, flinging some water and foam at each other, bantering and carrying on about who's bike is "ewww... feelthee" in their best Finnish accent. I'm cleaning the rims on my bike which haven't been touched since Dunborough (about two weeks ago), baked on dirt like you'd never believe. So he asks, "Hey Maya, would you get angry if..." I raise my head. *plop* "Woops" he says. *urge to kill rising*.
So he's gone and thought he could get some foam on my face, little did he know that the underdiluted truck wash he had just flung at me was slowly chewing at my cornea. I looked up at him in disgust as he's holding in his laughing. I hear "take a photo" coming from another so-called mate.
In the end, there was a photo of me with foam all over my left eye. It's best left out of view until I'm well and truly dead. From then on, I was not a happy camper. A few of us then headed out to Beaufort Street for a meal at Martino's. The pasta was good, the beer was cold, the restaurant was hot (air-con not working) and better yet, they forgot to charge us for the booze.
On Thursday, I went out for a blat on the R1 with Robin. We started in Scarborough with a meal and met up with Alex, then headed out for a spin up the coast to the Breakwater for a beer and a cigar. Talking shit and being merry. We then headed out to Maccas in Beldon where we had to "ride-thru" as the restaurant was closed. Robin then proceeded to rev the fuck out of his bike in the driveway and deafen all the staff, the cars behind and myself. Mmm, chicken nuggets with sweet and sour sauce. It was then off to the secret squirrel lookout of Ocean Reef Road where we took a cycle path up to a bench overlooking the ocean. More dribbling and chatting... then before we knew it, it was 3am. Time to head home for a few hours sleep.
Friday was fucked. That about sums it up. Had an unproductive meeting at work, one of the managers left, was falling asleep at my desk... *sigh* was glad the weekend was only hours away.
Monday, January 29, 2007
Australia Day Weekender - Dunsborough
A large handful of people from PSB got together this long weekend gone to celebrate Australia Day in Dunsborough. We donned leathers and packed our shit and headed down early on Thursday morning, meeting at BP South Perth. Whilst filling up, waiting on everyone to arrive and stocking up on supplies, the Scarborough Tripper made an appearance. In she rode (on a new model scooter) singing, ranting and generally carrying on. "If they don't fucking like it, they should piss off to their own country", she yelled. I gave her a hug and she told me "good on ya for riding". She continued singing and rode off, only to be back in a few minutes just as we were gearing up to head off.
Barfy in his leathers, boys strutting
Ranting...
Hug time
I can't remember the exact route, but we took the Freeway down to Mundijong road then some twistier bits to South West Highway (??) and followed that down to Dwellingup where we then detoured to the POW camp. A few km's in the wrong direction on very loose gravel, four of us ended up at the local golf clubhouse, so we went back and eventually found where we were meant to be. I don't believe anyone from the rest of the group could actualy be bothered walking to find this place... Regardless, was a good chance to test my offroad skills and take some more pix.
Ice and Seandre's bikes
Loitering at the POW camp
Paris in the sticks
It had already been too long and we were nowhere near getting to Dunsborough soon, so we rallied to get going again and go pretty much straight to Bunbury for lunch, then take the last stretch to Dunsborough after a refill of the food and fuel kind. In Bunno we opted for KFC and Hungry Jacks - great healthy start, and another 3 days of bad food were to come.
Off to Dunsborough down Old Caves Road, where the traffic was simply bullshit. We eventually arrived to the Beachouse YHA, bummed around, hit the beach and sourced alcohol.
The next few days included lots of Bacardi, beer, aussie flags and tatts, sunburn, kissing randoms, licking randoms, being licked by randoms, zinc supplements, zing, a hissy fit or two, sleeping on the beach, jellyfish stings, nudie runs, great weather, better roads, kerosene and chain lube, dirty bikes and dirtier boys and girls, snoring farting and a severe lack of air conditioning. Everything else follows the "what happens on tour, stays on tour" rule; be it legal or otherwise.
The crew at Yallingup
HOMG its me!
The view from the Beachouse BBQ area
Gearing up to head to Margaret river via the wonderful Caves Road
Now, I can't harp on enough of how much of a good time I had. To those that made it all the more enjoyable (you know who youse are); thank you very much - you're wonderful people.
Heading home yesterday morning meant a nice breakfast with the crew and a streamlined ride up to Mandurah for lunch; yep, Maccas. It was a stinkin' hot day and when I did eventually get home I nearly passed out. Wearing full leathers but drinking over 5L of water, I cooked in that suit, particularly when getting into the 60km/hr areas... no air flow! The afternoon was spent chilling out (literally) drinking more water and having a nap.
Last nite I also went out to dinner with my two fave boys and ate the most interesting beer fries - with bacon bits, cheese and BBQ sauce! Not only that but I got some gifts from the two - a brand spankin' new light switch for the bike and some devil girl stickers. Thanks boys! You know I luv yas! Now to get that switch fitted tonite...
Parked up at the BP
Barfy in his leathers, boys strutting
Ranting...
Hug time
I can't remember the exact route, but we took the Freeway down to Mundijong road then some twistier bits to South West Highway (??) and followed that down to Dwellingup where we then detoured to the POW camp. A few km's in the wrong direction on very loose gravel, four of us ended up at the local golf clubhouse, so we went back and eventually found where we were meant to be. I don't believe anyone from the rest of the group could actualy be bothered walking to find this place... Regardless, was a good chance to test my offroad skills and take some more pix.Ice and Seandre's bikes
Loitering at the POW camp
Paris in the sticks
It had already been too long and we were nowhere near getting to Dunsborough soon, so we rallied to get going again and go pretty much straight to Bunbury for lunch, then take the last stretch to Dunsborough after a refill of the food and fuel kind. In Bunno we opted for KFC and Hungry Jacks - great healthy start, and another 3 days of bad food were to come.
Off to Dunsborough down Old Caves Road, where the traffic was simply bullshit. We eventually arrived to the Beachouse YHA, bummed around, hit the beach and sourced alcohol.
The next few days included lots of Bacardi, beer, aussie flags and tatts, sunburn, kissing randoms, licking randoms, being licked by randoms, zinc supplements, zing, a hissy fit or two, sleeping on the beach, jellyfish stings, nudie runs, great weather, better roads, kerosene and chain lube, dirty bikes and dirtier boys and girls, snoring farting and a severe lack of air conditioning. Everything else follows the "what happens on tour, stays on tour" rule; be it legal or otherwise.
Grrrrowl! Sexy Seandre
The crew at Yallingup
HOMG its me!
The view from the Beachouse BBQ area
Gearing up to head to Margaret river via the wonderful Caves Road
Obviously, the main reason for the trip was to relax and for the better part of it all, it was very relaxing. Good mates, great times and brilliant rides. The roads were clean, twisty and fast. The food was oily and cheap and the booze was cold and crisp. I never did manage to eat that mango I bought tho, one of the sad moments of the trip. Also, I didn't really get any other pictures, but I know there's heaps floating around. I'll be sourcing those and putting them up in due time. Till then...
Now, I can't harp on enough of how much of a good time I had. To those that made it all the more enjoyable (you know who youse are); thank you very much - you're wonderful people.
Heading home yesterday morning meant a nice breakfast with the crew and a streamlined ride up to Mandurah for lunch; yep, Maccas. It was a stinkin' hot day and when I did eventually get home I nearly passed out. Wearing full leathers but drinking over 5L of water, I cooked in that suit, particularly when getting into the 60km/hr areas... no air flow! The afternoon was spent chilling out (literally) drinking more water and having a nap.
Last nite I also went out to dinner with my two fave boys and ate the most interesting beer fries - with bacon bits, cheese and BBQ sauce! Not only that but I got some gifts from the two - a brand spankin' new light switch for the bike and some devil girl stickers. Thanks boys! You know I luv yas! Now to get that switch fitted tonite...
Monday, January 22, 2007
Bikini Wash Windup at the Windsor
The Bikini was ended with a swim at the beach then the rest of the stragglers headed to Plakas on the Beach for some food. Later that night it was off to the Windsor for pizza and more importantly, BEER!
Megs, Nath, Me (fkn poser!) and Naked Sheff
Dubbed "photo of the century" by Hornet
Hornet, Dingo, Me and Nath
Stratos and Me
Naked Sheff, Megs, Rhino and me
Megs, Nath, Me (fkn poser!) and Naked Sheff
Dubbed "photo of the century" by Hornet
Hornet, Dingo, Me and Nath
Stratos and Me
Sunday, January 21, 2007
Bikini Wash!
Yesterday was the 2nd PSB Bikini Wash, aimed at raising money for the MAD Ride. Over 110 bikes were washed, a sausage sizzle was held, boys were waxed and two special gents wore bikinis to raise extra funding. Well done to Desmogod and Barfridge for sticking it out!
Unofficial results say that PSB and the local community raised over $5000 (but I'll update with more accurate numbers as they come to hand).
Me and TurboR1 (waxed chest and all)
Washin' the bikes
Hewie: You missed a spot, over there
The Doc's MV Agusta got some extra lovin'
More MAD Bikini Wash 2007 photos by Steve Eggelston and Doug Flanagan can be found here:
http://sulk.cc/gallery2/main.php?g2_itemId=3065
Unofficial results say that PSB and the local community raised over $5000 (but I'll update with more accurate numbers as they come to hand).
Desmogod, me and Barfridge
Me and TurboR1 (waxed chest and all)
Washin' the bikes
Hewie: You missed a spot, over there
The Doc's MV Agusta got some extra lovin'
More MAD Bikini Wash 2007 photos by Steve Eggelston and Doug Flanagan can be found here: http://sulk.cc/gallery2/main.php?g2_itemId=3065
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