2016 ormtc yearbook

February 2016 Open Road Motorcycle Touring Club

Committee

President Fred M

Vice President

Secretary E-J

Editor & Treasurer Ivan Z 042 777 1728

Tour Master Mal F

OPEN ROAD MOTORCYCLE

TOURING CLUB

March 2016 Yearbook

Club Objectives

1) To promote, encourage and co-operate with kindred bodies in fostering and

maintaining motorcycling as a sport.

2) To organize and conduct social outings, competitions and to encourage good

fellowship amongst members.

3) To maintain and keep up the prestige of the club and sport.

ORMTC Postal Address: PO Box 714, Victoria Park W.A. 6979 Club Internet Home Page:

Club e-mail address: Editor’s e-mail:

http://ormtc.homestead.com [email protected] [email protected] Please use “ORMTC magazine” as subject

Contact Details

Cut off date for magazine articles is ONE (1) week prior to the meeting; if in doubt call the Editor!

Disclaimer Comments and technical articles printed in this magazine are the results of member contributions and, as such, the views and opinions expressed DO NOT necessarily reflect those of ORMTC Inc. but are for general interest only. The ORMTC accepts no responsibility for accuracy of any comment, opinion

or information contained in or omitted from this magazine.

Open Road Motorcycle Touring Club February 2016

CONTENTS

Page 01…………………………………..Club Objectives, Club Committee, Club Contact details

Page 02…………………………………..Contents

Page 03…………………………………..President’s Report

Page 04…………………………………..Editor’s Report

Page 05-06.……………………………...Meeting minutes from last month

Page 07…………………………………..By-laws and Birthdays

Page 08-09…..………..…………………Ideas submitted by Fred

Page 10-11....…………………………...Club points table

Page 12…………………………………..Riot Act

Page 13-22…..………..…………………Peter’s Club Run article

Page 23….…..………..…………………Peter’s Social Ride pictures

Page 24-25…..………..…………………Members’ contact details

Page 26-27…..………..…………………Monthly finances and annual finances

Page 28-31…..………..…………………Ivan’s Club Run photos

Page 32-45…..………..…………………Photos from last year’s rides

Page 46-47…..………..…………………Other club’s rides this Saturday

Page 48…………………………………..Merchandise

Page 49…....……………………………..Social Ride details

Page 50………………………..………....Club Ride Calendar


ORMTC President’s Report March 2016

Another Club Year has passed and now for our Annual General Meeting. This is your chance to nominate and vote for positions on the Executive and to vote for the various Awards to be presented at our Trophy Presentation function in May or June. We enjoyed a very good season of rides and functions over this last year, highlights being the 40

th Anniversary Function in Kalamunda, another

Grand Tour, a number of enjoyable overnighters and of course our regular Club, Social and ORATs rides. I take this opportunity of thanking in particular our Secretary EJ, Treasurer and Editor Ivan, Tourmaster Mal and ORATS organiser Nic for all their sterling work over the last year. Sadly during the year our Vice President Russell was forced to resign but we sincerely thank him for his efforts when he was with us. I understand most current office bearers are putting their hands up for another year, but of course this doesn’t mean those positions are a foregone conclusion. The Vice Presidents position is definitely vacant and I would urge any members wanting to take on a greater role to nominate for this or any other position. After 10 years a member, the last two as President, I’ve heard many suggestions and comments from various members over the years regarding certain aspects of our Club. Taking a lead from them and including one or two of my own, I’d like to share some of those suggestions with you. In this edition of the magazine there is a list of those suggestions which could enhance our methods. They are not major and are open for discussion at our next monthly meeting and beyond if necessary. Those considered worthwhile we can adopt and the others may be discarded or amended upon your input. Of course it is open to any members to suggest changes at any meeting. I thank you all for your support over the year. Our Club is in good shape and we look forward with confidence.

Fred M


Editors Report

Hi all, Thanks Fred for your list for members’ consideration. Unfortunately the timing of your list against media coverage of Trump and Clinton makes your list seem like a political campaign that can be mandated if the masses by re-elect you as President. There is much to discuss about the points raised so I agree that perhaps more than one meeting will be required to get it covered. Perhaps a few more dinner dates and fortnightly meetings to discuss? Thanks Peter for writing an article for everyone’s enjoyment. Also for your pictures of the Social Ride. Finally, you’ll notice we have a 50 page magazine this month since I’ve reprinted some photos from throughout the year. This map is for the March Social Ride Ivan

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January 49,145


Club by-laws as at August 2008

1. All motions need to have 2 months notice before they are voted on unless the 2 months notice is deemed unnecessary by the membership present at the meeting.

2. People on committees do not have to pay for an event that

they are organizing except for their own accommodation. 3. Only financial members of the club can vote. 4. No person is to spend any monies unless prior approval has

been granted by 2 or more committee members.

5. Any money spent and claimable from the club must have a receipt.

6. Members wishing to attend a club event must pay for that

event before it occurs.

7. If a member is unable to attend a Club event, refunds are to be decided by the committee organizing the event. 8. If the club organises any event which requires financial commitment, members who have committed to attending will be financially liable for their share of the costs unless they can find someone to replace them.

Birthdays

Con B 25 Mar


ORMTC CHANGES FOR MEMBERS CONSIDERATION The following are comments, complaints and suggestions made to me over the years. Members Responsibility After their first year of membership, all club members must officiate at least once per annum as one of the following

Ride Leader Tail End Charlie Function Organiser/Host Committee Member

After no more than three rides or three meeting attendances with the Club, participants must nominate for membership and if endorsed as a member, pay their membership fees. This applies equally to ORATS participants. Club Monthly Meetings Reduce Club Meetings to every second month apart from AGM Meetings held in February – March – April – June – August – October - December Web site and on-line news-letter updates to keep Members informed of events and rides. Monthly meetings are a carry-over from days past, in this age of communications technology there simply is not the need for so many meetings. It is the same few who turn up each time and carry the cost of buying dinner at our host hotel. Reduce number of Magazines likewise. Club Runs Many have complained that the rides can be too long and finish too late, or are ridden too fast. Leaders should be mindful of speed limits and keep at or about these. There are many opportunities to allow riders to pass to satisfy their needs. Plan rides to finish so all riders can be home in daylight and in any event no later than 5.00pm. Social Runs Most complaints here are about length or duration of rides. Plan rides so that all riders can be home no later than 1.00pm. Ride Start Points If heading out of town and into the country, start rides on the fringe of the metro area so that riders are not doubling back or spending up to an hour coping with suburbia. This is mostly observed but no always. Tourmaster’s Roster Post a Year Planner schedule on line and display it at meetings showing the whole Ride year. Members can fill in those spaces are they available to Lead or TEC rides. Will assist with ensuring everyone can participate and everyone can see who is putting in an effort. See attached Spreadsheet Club Points A Trophy should be the reward for the person who has earned the most points. Refuelling Stops Everyone fuels up when the ride leader does.


ORMTC RIDE PLANNER 2016 / 17

Month Club Run Social Run

Lead TEC Lead TEC

Mar-16 6th 20th

April 10th 24th

May 8th 22nd

June 5th 19th

July 10th 24th

August 7th 21st

September 11th 25th

October 9th 23rd

November 6th 20th

December 4th

(or 11th) 18th

Jan-17 8th 22nd

February 5th 19th


O.R.M.T.C. RIOT ACT

This is to be read out at the start of each run

1. All riders are to be introduced to the Leader and Tail End

Charlie before the start of the run. 2. Do not overtake on the left – EVER!!

3. For rider safety a staggered formation is strongly

recommended.

4. Do not pass the leader unless they say it is okay.

5. When turning you MUST wait on the corner where you can be seen until the person behind catches up.

6. When you see someone on a corner you will become the

corner marker unless they wave you through.

7. Ride within your own personal limits and be mindful of the road rules.

8. The tail end Charlie will always be behind the last bike, no

matter what.

Please complete the sign in sheet with rider/pillion details including an emergency contact name and number.

This riot act must be read out before the start of each run. If you

are attending the run and the organisers fail to read it out, please remind them to do so.


Planets with Chips Overnight Club Ride February 6

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Peter Hubach Mal had been organising this ride for quite a few months, as is necessary to get commitment to attend from as many members as possible. It’s always good to have a theme for an overnighter. This one coincided with the “alignment” of several planets. So it was decided to go to Tammin for the night, to wave at them. The astronomical use of the word “alignment” is not what most people think is meant by the term. If the planets were aligned in the normal sense of the word, in a line, we would only see the first one. On this weekend, the planets were “aligned” in such a way that Mercury, Venus, Saturn, Mars and Jupiter would all be visible in the night sky at the same time, weather permitting. This is quite a rare event as the orbits of the planets, including Earth, are in the same plane. So it is more common to have some planets distributed on both sides of our one. On this Saturday night, five of them would all be on the one side, the Tammin side. The start of the ride was the Kelmscott McDonald’s, at a very leisurely 10:00am for a 10:30am departure, (we actually left a bit later, FINE!). At the late breakfast, over luke warm coffee and soggy, fatty victuals, Fred let slip that he really preferred to be called Frederick.

Tammin is not far as the crow flies, so Mal had his job cut out in devising an interesting circuitous route. Camping in a paddock, in the wheat belt, in the middle of summer, is not most people’s “cup of tea”. It was surprising the number of riders who turned up to enjoy this. In no particular order the ride group starting from Kelmscott consisted of Mal (leader), Steve (tail end Charlie), Ivan, E-J, Nic and Trehan, Dennis, Terry and Janet, Paul and Debbie, Frederick, JC and Nancy and me. Walter and Pina, and Sindy and Alex would be meeting us at Tammin, having got there in camper vans! (FINE!)

The previous weekend, the Great Australian Summer had disappeared, chased away by pouring rain and cold winds. This would not have been enjoyable weather for riding or camping and light based astronomy would have been impossible. We were lucky that the Great Australian Summer had returned, promising us a weekend of over 40ºC days and clear night skies. The plan was to arrive at Tammin Road House mid afternoon, meet up with the “Vanners”, get refreshment and proceed the seven kilometres to the camp site. Here the astronomers would have set up their telescopes and we would set up our tents, socialise in the gloaming before riding back to town for a quick meal in the pub, riding back to the telescopes to view the stars and planets, eating cheesy poops etc and imbibing the alcohol of choice. What could possibly go wrong?


After a sunny reading of the Riot Act with detailed instructions about corner marking, we were off. A right on to the highway and then first left to go up the scarp. Traffic meant that the group could not leave in one, continuous line. I stopped at the first turning, within sight of the riders yet to leave the car park. The big, red, Norge was as close to the highway as was safe to stop, lights flashing. I stood on the corner waving. Some riders still didn’t see me and went straight ahead down the highway to Armadale. When they returned, we were a very spread out group. Unusually, we were not obstructed by cars in our ascent up the scarp. Some spirited riding but probably more importantly, the fact that the lead group stopped and waited for us, had us all together again for the ride through Bickley Valley to Mundaring Weir Road. Maybe it was already too warm for the Lycra Lads that habitually block progress along these roads with their bicycles three abreast, because there was no sign of them. At Mundaring Weir car park, E-J realised that she would not make it to Mundaring before requiring a toilet stop. So a few of us also stopped and waited along with Steve. The water level in the weir was unexpectedly low, considering the previous week’s rain. We waited and looked at the water. We waited and looked at the water again. Then we waited some more and looked in the direction of the toilet block. Just when us blokes were about to draw straws on who would venture into the “Ladies”, E-J emerged from the toilet block wearing considerably less than when she went in. An almost complete wardrobe re-shuffle was required to deal with the increasing heat. We continued on the weir road. Just past the roundabout after the weir, we were flashed by a couple of cars. Evidently we were being warned to keep within the speed limit. Of course, we always do anyway but I kept a good look out for constabulary or white X-Trails. It wasn’t until we got to Mundaring town site that we spied the white X-Trail, pulled over with the tail window concealing the electronics, aimed at traffic leaving Mundaring. It probably could have photographed our number plates too but we were squeaky clean. Our route from Kelmscott to Mundaring had been through some beautiful country with lovely winding roads and mercifully low traffic. Most of the group had bunched up behind a car for the descent to the Helena River after the dam. But those that had stopped with E-J had a free run down and then up the other side; marvellous corners! We continued through Mundaring on to Stoneville Road. There were no corner markers at the roundabouts or anywhere else. At least I knew that the ride was going on to Toodyay Road. All the way to that junction there was no sign of the other riders. They were waiting just before the junction. Yes, the ride went straight down Stoneville Road so there were no turns to mark for that section but the roundabout section and lights at Mundaring would have confused riders who didn’t know the area or which way to go. We can do better than this!


Toodyay Road is busy, often has big trucks, has limited overtaking sections and is limited to 100km/h along most of the way and less for sizeable sections. Our club uses it just to get somewhere else when there is no alternative. We used it that morning to get to the road to Clackline via Hoddy Well. This is a nice road! Although it’s more scenic going the other way, when the Toodyay Valley opens out in front of you, it provides lovely sweeping corners in both directions. Some cobwebs accumulated on Toodyay Road were well and truly blown here. The air temperature as well as the pace of the ride was heating up. At Clackline we rode under the Great Eastern Highway and on to Spencer’s Brook Road. The new straight section was closed because of road works, so we were diverted down the old road, which is much more twisty and scenic, past an old, white walled farm house nestled amongst the obligatory rose bushes, sheltering from the increasing heat. The group stretched out as those at the front exercised their right wrists and others enjoyed the rolling scenery at a more sedate pace. E-J, having stood at the turn off for York in full sun, was able to cool off by darting past other riders to regain her usual position close to the front. The Castle Hotel was calling us to lunch. It’s amazing how short a time motorcycle riders can go without food.

The group split up in the car park of the Castle Hotel, each rider finding shade for their bike in an attempt not to return to a scaldingly hot seat. There was one large gum, inhabited by Corellas that cheekily threatened to decorate the bikes parked beneath them. The bar inside is not large by Australian standards. There were a couple of round tables with high stools. What it lacked in atmosphere it gained in air conditioning. It was rather cool inside, especially compared to the baking, brick beer “garden” that we walked through to gain entry. There was a very nice dinning room up the ornate staircase, dripping with heritage features snap frozen by the efficient air conditioning. Guess where we sat after ordering our drinks and food? Yep, outside in the brick cauldron, under the iron roofs that captured the sun’s heat and effectively radiated it on to the tables below. There was even a cosy wood fired pizza oven to gather around. Since we were riding after lunch, proper beer to slake our parched throats was out of the question. Mal recommended some lightweight beer concoction that tasted almost exactly unlike beer. Ivan told me later that Mal usually drinks Corona, so that explains it. Every meal ordered came with half a plateful of chips, even the “healthy” sounding choices. These were good chips though, proper thick ones with a nice crispy batter. Mind you, in that heat, even the salad was crispy, having quickly passed through the wilted stage and on to being baked to the plate.

The distant throbbing of a KLR became louder as we munched through lunch. It was Nigel, who couldn’t make the Kelmscott start. Nigel’s excuse for joining us late was that he had some work to do. Those familiar with Nigel’s morning aversion thought that a Saturday lie in was most probably the true reason for him missing the already late start. Nigel had been told that there would be some dirt roads on this trip, so he had eschewed his six cylinder BMW for the one cylinder KLR, loading it with enough gear to make it weigh approximately the same.


Debbie had momentarily left the table, declaring that she couldn’t eat the second half of her pulled pork Moroccan wrap and plate of chips. Nigel didn’t hesitate to assist; Debbie returning to an empty plate a few moments later, the KLR would now have to cope with even more weight. The ride continued across the Avon, the temperature rising above 40ºC as we crossed the bridge to the Quairading Road. The riders satiated with chips and fizzy beer substitute. We climbed out of the Avon Valley and into the recumbent landscape of open paddocks and towering white-barked gum trees. At Kauring, we turned left on to Cubbine Road, well most of us did. No corner marking meant that Nic with Trehan and Steve rode straight on towards Quairading. Until they found road works. One of the road workers told them that the recent works were very soft and not suitable for road bikes. So Nic and Steve turned around, realising that they must have missed a turn. They knew that the next stop was Quairading, so Nic, astride the six cylinder BMW with GPS and SatNav, turned south towards Corrigin, completely in the wrong direction. Apparently they found some very nice salt lakes before realising their error and eventually finding a way to us at Quairading. Some might add here that the tail end Charlie should know the ride route, but I’m far too diplomatic to mention it.

The ride turned off Cubbine Road on to Hayes Road. Nancy and I stopped to corner mark. It was nice and warm. There was no sign of Nic or Steve’s bike. After five minutes or so, I thought that something may have happened to them, so I began to ride back the way we had come. After a few minutes I stopped. Nancy and I had had the same thought at about the same time, a very rare event. We both realised that we didn’t know if Nic or Steve had ever turned on to Cubbine Road. We rode back to Hayes Road and on to the junction with the York – Quairading Road, where the road works were to the right and Quairading a few kilometres to the left. One of the workers there told me that two of our riders had arrived at the other end of the road works and turned around. At Quairading, the group had ridden past the open road house (the one with the cool drinks) and stopped at the second road house in the town. It was closed, the road house and Quairading in general, but there was shade. Riders sat on the comfy concrete in the shade and waited for Nic and Steve to arrive. There was some mobile phone activity so we were assured that they were OK and on their way. Warm tap water was available from a tap on the toilet wall. Several riders enjoyed a wet shirt but there was no competition:- Ivan won. Nigel had some ice remaining in a plastic bag and the last lumps were consumed eagerly. The remaining ice water and bag made a cooling hat for me for a short time. Then I accepted the ice bucket challenge and emptied it over my head. Images of the Solo Man flashed through my mind, then I realised that I probably looked more like Smeagol than Solo.


When Nic and Steve rode up, it would have been selfish to ride off immediately, so we waited for them to refresh themselves with warm Quairading tap water. Eventually it was time to leave Quairading and strike out for Tammin. On the extreme eastern outskirts of the Quairading CBD is Loudin Street and a signpost pointing north with “Tammin 47”. This becomes Mount Stirling Road and then joins Badgaling North Road which joins Goldfields Road to go to Tammin. Not many people know that. Which probably explains the lack of traffic, most people rushing to Tammin for the alignment would have gone via Great Eastern Highway. They would have missed the sweeping panoramas of granite rock outcrops and Mount Stirling that we enjoyed, shimmering in the late afternoon heat. At Tammin road house, we met up with the “Vanners”, Walter and Pina, Sindy and Alex. They had been there waiting for us for some time, in the air conditioning, with access to food, cold drinks, comfy lounge suites and proper toilets. How they must have suffered! After fuelling up with cold drinks, warm, greasy food and petrol, we headed north to the astronomical camp site, all that is except Frederick. It turned out he was staying at the pub in a motel room. “Well, with all the moving that is going on at home.”, he confessed to me, “I would probably forget to pack something such as the remote control.”. I didn’t ask what the remote control was for, probably for the wave machine on his camping water bed. It was a straight bitumen road with one significant bump and then a few metres of dirt down a side road to the gate. Good job that Nigel had brought the KLR! The astronomers had set up their telescopes on concrete pads. There was a shipping container, two portable toilets, a bush shower and a tap with town water. Next to the cleared area was a plantation of sandal wood trees, “..pretty shonky too”, according to our sandalwood expert in the wet tee shirt. The astronomers told us that there were double-gees throughout, particularly in the tree area, they had sprayed the flat paddock area but the little prickly burs were still abundant, waiting to puncture our air beds. Since the bur-free concrete pads were occupied with telescopes, most people elected to pitch their tents amongst the trees to give some protection from the sun and wind.


The delays on the ride meant that there was not much time to set up camp, wander around eating cheesy poops and chat before we had to be at the pub in town to order the evening meal before the kitchen closed. Mal had warned the publican previously that there would be about fifteen motorcyclists to feed this weekend and he had arranged to put on an extra kitchen hand. Paul, Debbie and Dennis decided not to go to the pub with the rest of the group. Dennis had food and stove to be self-sufficient and Paul and Debbie were not hungry, maybe the heat had affected them, not being used to it coming from Tasmania. We met up with Frederick at the pub and everyone had ordered by 19:00, the

kitchen supposed to be closed from 20:00. There was one barman covering both food and drink orders. We wrote down what we wanted on the waiter’s pad and paid when the barman had time to attend to us. Again, because we were riding after the meal, drinks were restricted to low alcohol varieties except for pillion Nancy and the “Vanners’ ” passengers. Frederick had decided that a bush outing was a good time to dust off the Blundstone boots that had been sitting in the boot room for a while. There was no point in soiling his BMW boots with country dust, the Blundstones would be more suitable for off bike perambulations. The boot servant had been let go after the unfortunate fire incident, so Frederick was sporting rather scruffy footwear when he arrived in the bar. Maybe he thought his old, designer distressed “Country Roads” check shirt would draw away people’s attention?


The table arrangement at the pub did not allow our group to sit together, so we split in two, the true motorcyclists not wishing to sit with the “Vanners”. We waited for our meals and sipped our insipid drinks. There was nothing else to do but talk. Frederick, not used to such tardy service, tapped his Blundstones against the table footing with increasing frustration and severity. We waited. Then we waited some more. The drinks ran out. Fred arose from the table and walked to the bar, obviously despairing of table service in such an establishment, leaving in his wake a brown trail of disintegrated Blundstone sole. Under his chair was a mini Mount Stirling of Blundstone rubble. Like Marie Antoinette pretending to be a milk maid, Frederick assumed the role of a working class man and procured a dustpan and brush from the barman and proceeded to experiment with their use. “Don’t let it get back to Jen that I’ve worked out how to use these.”, he pleaded. As if we would… At the side of the room was an old piano. We often find an old piano on rides with Nigel, they’re drawn to him. This one had a secret, it was a pianola. Sadly, not in tune and not in working condition. Nigel opened various panels with reverence. Inside it was more complicated than an early BMW anti-lock braking system, tubes everywhere. With moist eyes, Nigel explained the mechanism to us. The bellows wouldn’t hold air, much like the digestive system of hungry bikers. Nigel ran his fingers up and down the keyboard. Even the most musically inept could hear that it was way out of tune, probably last being played for the coronation, and not the last one at that. We continued to wait for our food. Eventually, Nigel got his pork chops, (probably to stop him abusing the pianola), then the cook started on the next order. It appeared that the meals were prepared one after the other. For example, Ivan snaffled Steve’s plate of garlic prawns when it arrived while Steve was away from the table. Ivan reasoned that the garlic prawns must be ready and another plate would be arriving soon. Wrong! It was probably a good hour later that Steve got his meal, a fact I’m sure he hasn’t forgotten. Mal was one of the first to order, a pizza. His was the last meal to arrive, over two hours after ordering. We found out later that the extra kitchen hand had phoned in that afternoon asking for the evening off. It was her birthday and her father had unexpectedly arrived from Britain to celebrate. Sindy had volunteered to help out in the kitchen or waitressing, but her offer was refused.


If we had known it would take so long to get food we probably would have gone to the road house and then back to the camp site for proper alcoholic refreshment, more cheesy poops and more astronomy. The heavens wait for no man and they had moved on whilst we were stuck at the pub. It was about 22:00 when we all got back, a bit late to start socialising and drinking, then there was the astronomy to take in. By 23:00 most people had crawled into their sleeping gear. It was still warm and the wind had increased. Lying in my tent without the fly sheet, I could look up at the stars and listen to the wind in the dry sandalwood, Nancy snoring, Nigel snoring and look forward to a good night’s rest. That didn’t happen.

The best view of the “aligned” planets was a couple of hours before dawn. The telescopes were pointing at their chosen planet and you could planet hop between them. Before the sun rose, with the sky quite light, it was still possible to see some planets. It was the first time I’ve seen Saturn and to see it silver with its rings against a light blue sky was a highlight for me. Most people were up by dawn. JC and Dennis already packing up. They left the group before breakfast, Dennis wanting a “civilised” breakfast in Beverley and JC with a good ride to get home. Nigel slept on. The blue then pink then dark banding of the sky just before dawn was explained by an astronomer as the shadow of the earth showing against the dust and pollutants in the sky. “The curve of the shadow proves the Earth is round.”, he said. “I’m not convinced.”, I replied, “A dinner plate’s edge is round and would give the same effect. Anyone who has ridden in the wheat belt knows that the Earth is flat”. Don’t get me started on Gravity Waves. Nigel slept on. As bikes were started in preparation for departure, Nigel sat up in his swag, but you couldn’t really say he was awake.


The big, modern road house in Tammin looks like it was architecturally inspired by the wheat bins across the road. It’s huge. The retail space is a hotchpotch of shelves and wracks displaying the usual Country and Western CDs, tins of Spam and other detritus form the twentieth century. From the counter, you can see through to the kitchen, like in stylish restaurants. That’s where the similarity ends. No cereal and no marmalade, not a good start. Two of the three coffee machines were out of order. Breakfasts have to be fried, even though it not mentioned on the menu, the scrambled eggs came with chips and the bacon and eggs and everything else, and not the

good chips like those at the Castle Hotel in York either. At least they had a table long enough to include all of our group. Even if it was right in front of the slot machines with names such as “Skill Tester” and “Top Gun”. Half way through breakfast Frederick arrived, freshly showered from his motel room. “I had to turn down the electric blanket.”, he complained, looking around for his usual breakfast brioche and smoked salmon. I don’t think the Blundstones made it back to Mosman Park.


It was still early when we headed west. Debbie and Paul opting for the direct but boring route of the Great Eastern Highway, along with the “Vanners”. The rest had a truly exhilarating ride along Goldfields Road to York. The sun was behind us and so was the light breeze. The country lit up in a golden glow of mid summer gorgeousness. Mal lead the way at a reasonable, web blowing rate. Until he suddenly braked and pulled over. I rode up next to him and asked helpfully, “Has it broken down again?”. “Nah.”, Mal replied, “Bee sting.”. A bee had stung Mal on the neck and he had stopped to pull out the sting. Mal isn’t allergic to bee stings and was manfully able to continue riding.

Mount Bakewell appeared on the horizon, showing us where York lay nestled at its base. Is this the only hill named after a tart? The road seemed to veer away from a direct route, Mount Bakewell now on our right and now on our left, getting bigger and bigger with every kilometre. Then the road decided to give up trying to fool us and dived straight for Mount Bakewell, joining the York to Northam Road. A short re-group at the roadside in York and it was decided not to stop for coffee as it was still early and the Tammin chips were occupying much of people’s digestive systems. So we rode back to our respective homes, much enlightened about our place in the universe and the importance of chips with everything.


Thanks Peter for the photos. Until the camera battery went flat at least.

How ironic!

Another BMW with a flat battery

Hansoiler

February Social Ride


Mal and Steve took the February Club Run to Tammin for an astronomy overnighter, as per Peter’s article. Additional photos by Ivan

We set up nice and early because we needed to

rush in to the pub for dinner.


This is us writing our own orders down at 7:04pm since there was just one guy behind the bar.

By 8:55pm, there were still several people without food.


Like little kids, if you

need to keep the Fawcett brothers

entertained, let them

play with a mobile phone.


Club Run photos sent in by Eric, Peter and Ivan


Still here

Thanks Peter

for the photos

May Social Ride to Toodyay


Eric taking stock


Ivan’s photos from the Club Run


Vanilla slice in the mist

Mobile phones


Take plenty of pics on the pre-run


Merchandise

Stickers $3.00

Stubby Holders New Stock ! $6.00

Badges (Black and Gold) $9.00 Key Rings White $3.50 Iron-on Transfers full sheet $10.00 half sheet $5.00 Tee-Shirts—Short Sleeves Small $27.00 Medium $27.00 Large $27.00 Extra Large $27.00 2xExtra Large $27.00 Tee-Shirts—Long Sleeves Small $30.00 Medium $30.00 Large $30.00 Extra Large $30.00 2xExtra Large $30.00

Number plate surround $17.00


Club Run: ask Steve

ORMTC SOCIAL RIDE

With Ivan and Peter

Sunday 20th

March 2016

Meet at McDonald’s Midland 7am for 7.30 departure

Approx 100 km

We will have one break and will aim to arrive at

Paddy’s Bush Bar and Grill by 9:30 for breakfast

www.paddysbushbar.com/restaurant-menu (it is the old Rock Inn, reopened in January)


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