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OFFICIAL MAGAZINE
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EDITOR:.............Bevan Bradford Phone: 07 3822 3512 Mobile 0408 714 000 E-Mail: mail @ auswingriders.com Wing Notes is produced with the
object of keeping members informed about matters of interest to AWRA
members. A electronic copy of each
issue is available to every financial member of the AWRA. Copies are also distributed to selected
motorcycle dealers in the greater |
Submissions
for inclusion in Wing Notes should be with the Editor no later than the Friday
following the monthly meeting, i.e.: Friday after the 1st Monday of the
month. DISCLAIMER: Although Wing Notes will
endeavour to reproduce submissions in their original form it reserves the
right to edit submissions as it sees fit.
Views expressed in contributed articles in Wing Notes are not
necessarily those of the AWRA or the Editor.
Wing Notes is produced with care, in good faith and from
sources believed to be accurate at the time of writing. |
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Management
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Meetings: |
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President E-mail: |
Secretary Val Thomas (07)
3848 0498 E-mail: secretary @ auswingriders.com |
Meetings are held
on the 1st Monday
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Vice President Rob (Bear) Harriss
0409 052 218 E-mail: RHMRS @ iinet.com.au |
Treasurer Geoff Mead (07) 5529 5034 E-mail: meady @ auswingriders.com |
Next
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Kevin
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21 October Qld: Social evening with Doug and Preeta 18/19 November Vic: 2 day Corryong ride 19 November Qld: 2 December |
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Double Trouble Two little
boys, ages 8 and 10, are excessively mischievous. They are always getting
into trouble and their parents know all about it. If any mischief occurs in
their town, the two boys are probably involved. The boys' mother heard that a preacher in
town had been successful in disciplining children, so she asked if he would
speak with her boys. The preacher
agreed, but he asked to see them individually. So the mother sent the 8 year
old first in the morning, with the older boy to see the preacher in the
afternoon. The
preacher, a huge man with a booming voice, sat the younger boy down and asked
him sternly, "Do you know where God is, son?" The boy's mouth dropped open, but he made
no response, just sitting there wide-eyed with his mouth hanging open. So the preacher repeated the question in an
even sterner tone, "Where is God?!"
Again, the boy made no attempt to answer. The preacher raised his voice even more and
shook his finger in the boy's face and bellowed, "Where is God?!" The boy
screamed & bolted from the room, ran directly home & dove into his
closet, slamming the door behind him. When his
older brother found him in the closet, he asked, "What happened?" The younger
brother, gasping for breath, replied, "We’re in BIG trouble this
time...... "GOD is missing, and they think we did it!" |
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The President Speaks…. |
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The Secretary’s Desk…. |
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G’day everyone Here
is the October magazine. Almost
November but it’s a bit difficult to put a mag together when I don’t have any
content. A
bit of additional chasing up and reminding saw some late submissions and
enough to fill a few pages. I
believe you all look forward to reading what’s been going on during the
month, especially if you weren’t on the rides. What I need you to do is type or write it
out and send it to me. If
you’re the leader of one of our rides or social events, please get the story
in soon after the event. It saves a
lot of work for me if I don’t have all the stories coming in a day or so
before publishing. Doesn’t
matter if thew ride wasn’t a AWRA ride of event, I’m sure every on is keen to
hear about it. Thanks
to all who participated in the Goomburra Weekend. I’m in progress of booking a weekend for
next year so we can do it all again.
Once it is firmed up, make sure you keep it clear. It’s a great two days to relax and enjoy
yourself and the company of friends. Our
membership is looking very strong at this time. I think it would be the highest it has ever
been. Unfortunately we have lost a
couple of members recently but I’m sure some new ones will come along before
too long. ‘Till
next month, Happy reading. Bevan |
Hi all, Well
this weekend Charleen is suffering from a cold. One I brought home – thanks to crowded
planes. So not being able to go
anywhere together, I decided to do a bit of work on the GoldWing. Add on a couple of bits I’ve picked up and
do a service. Oil and oil filter was
easy. There was no need to undo any
plastic for that. But the air filter –
wow. By the time I got down to where
the air filter goes, seemingly half the motorcycle was sitting on the
concrete floor. Some
strange bits too. There’s quite a
large black box with lots of wires to it that I think is the engine control
unit. But it slips out and back in
easily. In the end, the job is a big
one but easy enough to do. Only bad
thing I did was get the top shelter back in place, stood back pleased with
myself then spied the air intake ducts sitting on a chair. Damn. All
done eventually, she is now ready and willing for the next AWRA ride. I
don’t always get time to do my own servicing, but it certainly feels
satisfying to know it is all done.
There’s more enjoyment to bikes than just riding them. Ride
safe. Cheers Clint |
Hello everyone, We
are organising the This
year is fast coming to a close. I have
begun to squirrel Posting
our Sympathy Card to our kids in Emerald this week, for the sad passing of
Marie’s Dad in Lastly,
congratulations to Safe
riding everyone. Valerie & Thommo |
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September 22nd finally arrived and the long planned
weekend away was finally on. Changes
to ownership at Goomburra had not caused any problems and the new owners were
anticipating our arrival, but not as much as we were looking forward to being
there. The As usual, the bunkhouse crew were quickly out and
about giving the trailer trash group a hard time. With trailers unfolded, campers and tents
erected, beds prepared and so on it was time to get beyond |
though,
there were a number of strange games yet to be played. You may be familiar with some of
these. They included bin diving, tree
hugging, ground hugging, carrying the disabled, chair sleeping, calling for
port, cross country sneaking and I have no doubt, many others that I wasn’t
aware of . Saturday dawned as a beautiful day, breakfast of
bacon, eggs, sausages and bubble and squeak went down well even if a little
later than most would have liked.
After breakfast, I needed my glasses to read something and after a
thorough search of the tent and bike they were nowhere to be found. Then Therese suggested I may have lost them
while bin diving. What bin
diving???? Then I remembered the
episode when, by some incredible feat of fumbled accuracy, Jayne had sent a
mug flying from her clutches, across a space of about 1 metre and into a
wheelie bin. Being the gentleman I
think I am (and also because I had longer arms), I leaned into the bin to
retrieve the mug. Apparently, I went
further than just leaning. Anyway, off
to the bin I went and wouldn’t you know it, which bin was used for the
breakfast scraps? You guessed it. Another bout of bin diving and the glasses
were retrieved and cleaned up, as was I. Saturday was set as a free day. That saves anyone who has had a few drinks
the night before from having to ride.
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social drinking during these activities and start the serious stuff. It was a great opportunity to put the feet
up for a weekend. Our hosts, and
Debbie with family assisting, served the group a beautiful meal followed by sweets
with the promise of a camp oven cooked meal the following night. The meals provided have got to be the best
value ever and make the weekend worthwhile. After
dinner the social activity continued round the tables and the camp fire until
the karaoke session, delayed by some semi final game of some sort played with
an oval leather synthetic ball, commenced in earnest led by Bear and Thommo
and capably harmonised by Meady.
Unfortunately, the session did not live up to previous standards due
to volume and time restrictions. Oh
well, back to that other activity until Thommo unfortunately “lost” his
bottle of scotch and could not be pacified until I bought the port out to
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Dear Abby, I've never written to you
before, but I really need your advice on what could be a crucial decision. I've suspected for some
time now that my wife has been cheating on me. The usual signs... phone rings but if I
answer, the caller hangs up. My wife has been going out
with the girls a lot recently although when I ask their names she always
says, "Just some friends from work, you don't know them." I always stay awake to look out for her taxi coming
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disappointed
to find that after Thommo’s promises of a bottle of Galway Pipe port for the
night, he and Bear couldn’t wait beyond morning tea and had started and
almost finished it without me. After lunch the Stanthorpe group arrived with a few
containers of mulled wine for the night, set up their campers and joined the
social activities of yarning and emptying the liquid contents of various
types of containers. The main topic of
conversation was the benefit of making this year two days instead of one so
everyone had an opportunity to relax and unwind away from the normal home and
business pressures. The afternoon was
topped of by a camp oven evening meal of roast beef and pork and vegetables beautifully
cooked by our hosts. The meal was
accompanied by the mulled wine. The night’s activities again involved the camp fire,
another of those TV ball games and anxiously awaiting the opportunity for the
karaoke session. The three usual
players accompanied by Bill, Clint and others and egged on by Jayne provided
great entertainment until a break was taken and the lights and equipment were
too quickly turned off. Sunday morning meant an earlier breakfast and the
ritual of packing up the campers, tents and trailers to the haranguing of the
remaining bunk house crew, the rest having done a bunk earlier. Soon we were all loaded and assembled for
the traditional photos of participants and bikes, thanks and farewells to our
hosts and those heading in other directions then off to Aratula for coffee
and refuelling and final farewells. All in all a great weekend, successfully taken to
two days with plans to re-attend and do it all again next year. See you there, Bevan and Therese. |
she always walks down the drive. Although I can hear
a car driving off, as if she has gotten out of the car round the corner. Why?
Maybe she wasn't in a taxi? I once picked her cell
phone up just to see what time it was and she went berserk and screamed that
I should never touch her phone again and why was I checking up on her. Anyway, I have never
approached the subject with my wife. I think deep down I just didn't want to
know the truth, but last night she went out again and I decided to really
check on her. I decided I was going to
park my Goldwing next to the garage and then hide behind it so I could get a
good view of the whole street when she came home. It was at that moment,
crouching behind my Wing, that I noticed that the valve covers on my engine
seemed to be leaking a little oil. Is this something I can
fix myself or should I take it back to the dealer? Thanks, George |
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Friday to Sunday 22nd/23rd/24th
September. Phew. We have
arrived home at It all started Friday, and we were frantically
finalising business to get away by The camp grounds are a picture, looking pleasantly
green from some recent rains and we set-up camp in |
very
quick time. Anyone would think the
boys were in a hurry for a drink or something? The camp-fire is glowing already, and we
are keen to walk up for our dinner and drinks. The set-up is excellent, and we queue with
Bill leading the way, of course, and the party begins. We can relax and enjoy the company, the
music comes later as some rather strange guys wanted to watch a footy match
on the big screen. Meanwhile, we laugh
and chat the evening along until our entertainment begins with Bear, Meady
and Thommo starting up the Karaoke machine (with Jayne’s technical
assistance). Although the evening air
was chilly, the very welcome camp-fire helped to keep you warm and Bevan’s
Port was a very welcome addition. It was at about this time while we were enjoying a
port that Thommo misplaced his bottle of scotch, and he was making desperate
efforts to find it! All to no avail,
and with Bear adding to his anxiety by boasting and holding his precious
bundy, Thommo was annoying and frisking all the girls in search of his bottle
of scotch! Then – we found Thommo and
Bear hugging a tree, and Jayne captured this moment on her camera. With the assistance of Phil W. and Bevan we
all make it back to our campsite – where we have to convince these two
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Thommo and Bear do not believe that they were
giggling so much, or that we had to make them sit quietly. But Jayne was very convincing in making
them settle down, and covered them with a quilt and caps as they slumped into
a sleep. We took this opportunity to
slip away to clean our teeth only to hear them giggling again, so we dashed
back just in time to stop them from trying to raid the camp looking for Bevan
and his port!! Talk about naughty boys
– and they claim no memory of these antics – I wonder. Putting Thommo to bed was no easy feat, and
sadly I have to report that he wakes up no worse for wear either! Not even a headache – how unjust is that!! Saturday morning and we are enjoying a fully cooked
breakfast, the birds are in full song too.
There are not any sore heads this morning although we are a lot
quieter. We are joined by Clint &
Charleen and 10 am and Thommo & Bear open the bar to check
out the port. Lunch is served and it
is siesta time. What a way to relax –
it must have been the early morning antics that has made me feel so
tired! The rest is very welcome, just
in time for us to make it up to the dinner and settle down for another
evening of revelry. Although it is a
much more subdued affair with our Stanthorpe friends Sunday morning – breakfast, do I really have any room for all this food? Everyone appeared for breakfast but goodbyes were starting already as the real world was beckoning us back. I hate |