Ken R
Committee 2013/2014
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Himalayas gateway, only 16,000ft to go.
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« on: December 20, 2011, 04,55:43 AM » |
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Here's wishing all AMTRAites a safe and happy Xmas.
May your hills be 'just' achievable,
Your river crossings not too deep,
May the ride leaders brief be believable,
With fond memories home to keep,
May your bike always be retrievable,
And the rips in your gear do not creep.
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SEX - It's OK, but nothing like the real thing!!
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Serge C
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« Reply #1 on: December 20, 2011, 10,33:58 AM » |
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Thanks Kenny, Here's a little Xmas cheer from me. Try getting it out of your head! |
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"He may look like an idiot, he may sound like an idiot, but don't let that fool you...he really is an idiot!" - Groucho Marx.
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steve f
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« Reply #2 on: December 20, 2011, 08,02:38 PM » |
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Serge, I have some phone numbers for you to ring, its for your own good buddy...
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I never knew true happiness until I got married... Then it was to late...
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Willbar
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« Reply #3 on: December 20, 2011, 09,36:36 PM » |
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Thanks Kenny, Here's a little Xmas cheer from me. Try getting it out of your head!  ???WTF |
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You don't stop laughing because you grow old, You grow old becuase you stop laughing.
Never take life seriously.... Nobody gets out alive anyway.
Current Rides
2010 KTM 690 Duke
2011 KTM 300 EXC
2000 KTM 125 SX
2001 KTM 300 EXC
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Ken R
Committee 2013/2014
Posts: 699
Himalayas gateway, only 16,000ft to go.
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« Reply #4 on: December 20, 2011, 10,05:11 PM » |
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Thank God there were no pictures Serge.
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SEX - It's OK, but nothing like the real thing!!
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Frankie-boy
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« Reply #5 on: December 20, 2011, 10,57:18 PM » |
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I liked it Serg, I know you won't worry what the others think, I most certainly wouldn't, they haven't got into the Xmas spirit yet  MERRY XMAS EVERYBODY & A HAPPY NEW YEAR. |
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Falling off doesn't hurt, it's the sudden stop that does the damage.
Back on the 2 smoker, 2011 KTM 300
!988 KTM 350.
06 cbr 1000rr Fireblade Road
05 cbr 1000rr Fireblade Track
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sandra(bob)
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« Reply #6 on: December 21, 2011, 08,40:06 AM » |
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i really just dont know what to say.
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"Do they come in pink?"...Yes they do!!
Current Ride-Yamaha TTR230.
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Mat R
Treasurer
Committee 2013/2014
Posts: 1775
Treasurer
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« Reply #7 on: December 21, 2011, 11,19:17 PM » |
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Twas the night after Christmas, when all through the shed
Not a part was stirring (not even a honda valve).
The riding gear was hung by the toolbox with care,
In hopes that a ride soon would be near.
The bike stood silent, firmly locked to the shed,
While visions of "narrow" track danced in its head.
Outside the trailer and tie-downs,
Lay there in wait.
When out my alarm there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed and jumped in the shower.
Away to the shed I flew like a flash,
Not forgetting on the way to grab me some cash.
The sun on the rise of the new-dawn day
Gave the promise of great fun coming my way.
With haste I gathered up bike and gear,
Hitched up the trailer then headed off for the weir.
With the van sliding in sideways, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be P-Air.
More rapid than eagles his words they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
"Now Freddo! now, Marls! now, Tickets and Yarra!
On, Coota! On, DNS! on, on Phil and all!
To the top of Mt Terrible! lets ride across the dam wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild bunch fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, jump to the sky.
So up to the mountain-top the riders they flew,
With the mighty berg at full noise, P-air led the way through.
And then, in a twinkling, they were all there
The group stopped at the top taking in the mountain air.
As I drew in my breath, and was turning around,
On down the track led P-Air in a great bound.
The stump of a tree he cleared it with ease,
As he wrapped on the throttle he cackled with glee.
He had a dusty face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!
In no time at all at Jamo Pub they do call,
And parmas and pots were soon ordered for all.
Then I heard him exclaim, to all that were in sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-ride!"
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When is the next ride?
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Frankie-boy
Full Member 2012/2013
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« Reply #8 on: December 22, 2011, 01,31:00 AM » |
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Well done Matt, I had a smile while reading that poem. But, I wouldn't give up my day job if I were you. |
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Falling off doesn't hurt, it's the sudden stop that does the damage.
Back on the 2 smoker, 2011 KTM 300
!988 KTM 350.
06 cbr 1000rr Fireblade Road
05 cbr 1000rr Fireblade Track
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Peter r
Full Member 2013/2014
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« Reply #9 on: December 22, 2011, 11,01:21 AM » |
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Twas the night after Christmas, when all through the shed
Not a part was stirring (not even a honda valve).
The riding gear was hung by the toolbox with care,
In hopes that a ride soon would be near.
The bike stood silent, firmly locked to the shed,
While visions of "narrow" track danced in its head.
Outside the trailer and tie-downs,
Lay there in wait.
When out my alarm there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed and jumped in the shower.
Away to the shed I flew like a flash,
Not forgetting on the way to grab me some cash.
The sun on the rise of the new-dawn day
Gave the promise of great fun coming my way.
With haste I gathered up bike and gear,
Hitched up the trailer then headed off for the weir.
With the van sliding in sideways, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be P-Air.
More rapid than eagles his words they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
"Now Freddo! now, Marls! now, Tickets and Yarra!
On, Coota! On, DNS! on, on Phil and all!
To the top of Mt Terrible! lets ride across the dam wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild bunch fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, jump to the sky.
So up to the mountain-top the riders they flew,
With the mighty berg at full noise, P-air led the way through.
And then, in a twinkling, they were all there
The group stopped at the top taking in the mountain air.
As I drew in my breath, and was turning around,
On down the track led P-Air in a great bound.
The stump of a tree he cleared it with ease,
As he wrapped on the throttle he cackled with glee.
He had a dusty face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!
In no time at all at Jamo Pub they do call,
And parmas and pots were soon ordered for all.
Then I heard him exclaim, to all that were in sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-ride!"
Very well Done Mat !! |
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seano
Full Member 2013/2014
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BERGALICIOUS
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« Reply #10 on: December 22, 2011, 07,58:46 PM » |
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Twas the night after Christmas, when all through the shed
Not a part was stirring (not even a honda valve).
The riding gear was hung by the toolbox with care,
In hopes that a ride soon would be near.
The bike stood silent, firmly locked to the shed,
While visions of "narrow" track danced in its head.
Outside the trailer and tie-downs,
Lay there in wait.
When out my alarm there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed and jumped in the shower.
Away to the shed I flew like a flash,
Not forgetting on the way to grab me some cash.
The sun on the rise of the new-dawn day
Gave the promise of great fun coming my way.
With haste I gathered up bike and gear,
Hitched up the trailer then headed off for the weir.
With the van sliding in sideways, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be P-Air.
More rapid than eagles his words they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
"Now Freddo! now, Marls! now, Tickets and Yarra!
On, Coota! On, DNS! on, on Phil and all!
To the top of Mt Terrible! lets ride across the dam wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild bunch fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, jump to the sky.
So up to the mountain-top the riders they flew,
With the mighty berg at full noise, P-air led the way through.
And then, in a twinkling, they were all there
The group stopped at the top taking in the mountain air.
As I drew in my breath, and was turning around,
On down the track led P-Air in a great bound.
The stump of a tree he cleared it with ease,
As he wrapped on the throttle he cackled with glee.
He had a dusty face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!
In no time at all at Jamo Pub they do call,
And parmas and pots were soon ordered for all.
Then I heard him exclaim, to all that were in sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-ride!"
Luv ya work pres ,great stuff |
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It is nice to be important.
But it is more important to be nice.
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Phil Randall
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« Reply #11 on: December 23, 2011, 05,45:11 AM » |
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Matt,
You are truly a man of great talents, have a great break one and all.
Phil R.
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Regards,
Phil Randall
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« Reply #12 on: December 23, 2011, 11,46:58 PM » |
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Merry Christmas to all.
Have a VB for me.
Cheers
Stewart
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Stewart
06 KTM 200 XC
01 Aprilia RSV Mille
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Darren lynch
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« Reply #13 on: December 24, 2011, 04,10:41 AM » |
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Twas the night after Christmas, when all through the shed
Not a part was stirring (not even a honda valve).
The riding gear was hung by the toolbox with care,
In hopes that a ride soon would be near.
The bike stood silent, firmly locked to the shed,
While visions of "narrow" track danced in its head.
Outside the trailer and tie-downs,
Lay there in wait.
When out my alarm there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed and jumped in the shower.
Away to the shed I flew like a flash,
Not forgetting on the way to grab me some cash.
The sun on the rise of the new-dawn day
Gave the promise of great fun coming my way.
With haste I gathered up bike and gear,
Hitched up the trailer then headed off for the weir.
With the van sliding in sideways, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be P-Air.
More rapid than eagles his words they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
"Now Freddo! now, Marls! now, Tickets and Yarra!
On, Coota! On, DNS! on, on Phil and all!
To the top of Mt Terrible! lets ride across the dam wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild bunch fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, jump to the sky.
So up to the mountain-top the riders they flew,
With the mighty berg at full noise, P-air led the way through.
And then, in a twinkling, they were all there
The group stopped at the top taking in the mountain air.
As I drew in my breath, and was turning around,
On down the track led P-Air in a great bound.
The stump of a tree he cleared it with ease,
As he wrapped on the throttle he cackled with glee.
He had a dusty face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!
In no time at all at Jamo Pub they do call,
And parmas and pots were soon ordered for all.
Then I heard him exclaim, to all that were in sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-ride!"
Not bad at all  Merry Christmas to every one and I can't wait to hear who's been naughty or nice |
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johnny d
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« Reply #14 on: December 24, 2011, 10,13:50 PM » |
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go hard or go home !! current ride - husaberg 570, in the shed ktm 525
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