General Chat

[Rob]

Great meeting the other night, well done to all the award winners. Ken Robinsons 5-10 minute history of his introduction to dirt bikes was great. Try riding a dirt bike from South Melbourne to Frankston today and see what happens.
Anyway, does anyone else want to hear more from Ken and any other founding members of these experiences. Anyone ever thought of writing a history of AMTRA.
I am sure there are stories about old blokes and old bikes that are too good to loose forever.

[seano]

Lets not forget the bad old days too Frankie, when you had to make a phone call you had to find a phone box, if you needed info you needed a set of encyclopeadias , imagine trying to run this club now without the internet, drum brakes awesome, ignition points awesome, open face helmets awesome, body armour mmmm padded jumpers awesome, no electric starters, on motor bikes, and crank handles on cars and trucks awesome, black and white TV even awesomer, standards like a minimiun height for a person to enter the police force were dropped cause that would be descrimination , so when you start anylising it there were more bad things than good, but what we need to find is a blend of old and new, and we need to start by resetting the standards, and foook descrimination, we need some hard core Judges to tell some of the folks who go to tribunal's, and court over crap, to HTFU and get on with life, we need folks to be a little bit scared of our police force again, so we need the cops to HTFU, infact the nation needs to HTFU, owe my god, I can feel another ride coming on, owe no my heart rate is on the rise, I better relax, to soon for another HTFU ride, they havent forgotten the last one yet, and Frankie would probably want to kill me if we had one so soon.
Sorry Frankie but we need to keep our in my day stories, for around the camp fires when camping out, and just get on making this club the best trail bike riders club in the world. LOL Will   

when im frankies age it will be HTFU 50 , ;Dworked out at a rate of 2 htfu/per year

[Eric L]

I remember leaving home after lunch on a Sat and kicking a footy or playing cricket on the street with all the kids of the neighbourhood [yould have move the bin if a car came ]and they'd give you a wave not the finger, or riding your 3 gear dragstar around thinking you were cool, getting lollies at the milkbar [ 2 cents would get you a bag you could choke on for days] and you would'nt go home till you were called in for tea or it was dark, and your mum never worried where you were

[Peter r]

There was a Coke Machine at the Bundoora Tennis club, you could put your hand up the shoot, and put the bar "And Bingo" 5 Cans would fall out.
 Then we found out they would store the Slabs of Coke in a Garden Shed out the Back and my mates Mum had the key "BINGO" 
  5 Slabs!!!

[Frankie-boy]

Now where was I, oh yeah it's coming back to me now
So I stayed at my girl friends place again until the bank balance was getting low, the nearest place I could land a job was in Wangaratta, so I worked there & traveled back to Yarra on Friday nights to spent the weekend with my girl.

Anyway the Honda had some bad noises coming from it & it was going to cost me more money to what I've had, so I did a deal with Ray Wason motorcycles, I swapped the bike for a Trumpy tiger 110 650 cc, it's true it leaked a lot of oil & you had to ride with a spanner in ya pocket
I met up with some locals & we used to go on a few rides together, one of the rides was to Albury to watch some road races at Hume ware,  we met up with some blokes from Myrtleford, so after the races were finished, all 9 of us if I remember right, went to Myrtleford for a coffee, while we were parked in the main street, A cop came around the corner driving very slowly & giving us a look, yeah I was a bit nervous, I was happy they kept going, made sure not to break the  speed limit say in case they were hiding around the corner.

As time went on I got more & more cocky, I have been known to scrape the foot pegs coming into the main street of Wang, it wasn't hard to do as the pegs were close to the ground on the old Trumpy
The coppers must of had complaints about me scaring little old ladies
One Saturday I didn't go back to Yarra, I can't remember why I didn't, but anyway I was having a nice ride around town when I saw a divvy van coming towards me, when they went past I looked in my mirrors & saw them turn around, so I took off
I headed towards a foot bridge across a dry creek, my Marlin bars just cleared the hand rails, when I got across I looked back at them & see them sitting there they must have been really pissed off

I was thinking that I got away, wrong, on my way home around a few corners I see them again, & the chase was on again, the divvy was no match for me & my trumpy, so when I lost them again I headed home, very happy with my self, later that day around 6 I was in the shower, the landlady knocked on the door & told me that there was 2 policeman there to see me, my heart sank! I couldn't think of anything at that point, when I came out to see them, they asked me is that your bike, I answered yes, he then asked me did I ride this afternoon, I couldn't say no when the oil was still burning on the hot engine

Now is the bad part of the good old days
I had to front the court on Monday morning, the judge through the book at me, I was fined 105 pounds & not be able to get my licence until I was 21, I didn't have the money, I was only earning 15 pounds a week,I reckon because I was only 16 that kept me out of jail, so I had to go the the court house every payday & give them 5 pounds until the fine was finalized.

The next day it hit the front page of local paper

Motorcyclist behaved like a moron
I wish that I had kept that paper
This my make me look bad, but I'm not really a bad bloke

[mathyland12]

I've only just joined the forum

This is some of the best forum reading

The old days for me was milking the one cow we had for our daily milk and learning to ride a motorbike on a Honda Ag CT 125

[Mat R]

We lived in Box Hill and watched all the houses being built around us. Was great to play on the building sites after hours, chasing each other around through the framework of a house. Grab scraps of wood and dropped nails and hammer them in somewhere. Now builders put a fence up around their site now. They are going to miss out on all my design mods.

At the back of the house was Gardiners Ck, all paddock with a few horses in it. Play in the creek and catch tadpoles. Walk along the creek to school and cross using a fallen tree. Now that is all landscaped and the creek is channelled too I think with bridges instead of trees. Looks nicer but no adventure.

First bike I rode was the minibike with the lawnmower engine, no brand on it. Round the back of a local bike shop. Must have done a thousand laps of that paddock. Sometimes I wore a helmet.

Now if my kids do something like that I am not sure if I will encourage it or be telling them off.

[Peter Monty]

I forget!