Good stories, great reading fellas and good pics. You are one lucky man Bruce. More pics please.
One of my oldies was the Kawasaki H2 triple 750cc. We called them the widow maker back then. Couldn't understand why though,,,,,,,,,,,,, till I rode the firkin thing at ridiculous speeds, used to get tank slap at around 110 and you had to boot off past that as fast as you could till it stopped,,, or else your in the ditch. I will hunt the picture out from somewhere. Had no fear back then, thought we were all invincible.

[QUOTE="cusso ken, post: 248743, member: Do you remember the Roaster coaster beef roll van with a recorded message playing over and over all day and till 12.0 at night we stole the speaker to shut it up , looking for some photos to post.
What about the 24 hour pancake van. Used to have a big trucky's meal at the Shell truck stop on the northern side of Dubbo after the first days ride. About 900klm buy a carton ride about 15klm out of Duddo toward Wellington to a rest area on the side of the road. Light a fire, drink a carton between every 4 or 5 of us, then sleep in the dirt. 2 hours to Bathurst the next morning. Stay there 4 nights living on pancakes, beer and a bit of smoko. Leave Monday when everyone was capable of getting on their bike. Usually by about 10, ride to 600 Klm to Moree half way home. First meal for 5 days at The Ned Kelly Bar and top up with alcohol. Head north out the road about 10 Klm camp on the river about 100m off the road to the left just before a big bridge over the river. Next day beers in a pub in Warwick and us NSW blokes would leave the pack and head over the border. Great memories 35 to 40 bikes cruising on 140 to 150 all day. Fuel stops used to take about an hour. If they had bike race's at Bathurst again I would be going and I recon I could round up most of the old boys to do it again.[/QUOTE]

I used to come into Bathurst from the Central Coast in those days and rode regularly with the same 8 or 10 blokes every year out past Richmond then over the Bells line of Road and always stopped at Lithgow near the school for a sausage sanger and coffee to thaw out then onto the old concrete road out to Bathurst ,once you left Lithgow it was wall to wall bikes coming from Sydney via Katoomba ,I remember going to the Gods Squad hall in Bathurst for something to do and fell in love (again) with on of the girls from the Church and meet her a few times at their prayer meetings after at Hornsby, but alas she couldn't save me so I got the flick(again) I would go again if they had the Easter bike Races as before on a trumpy just a bigger one ,now that I have been saved from sin I may behave myself a bit more, maybe not
 
Bruce, I have nothing to show or talk about that even comes close to your riding memories. I just love to see all that stuff. Thinking back you were probably part of the crowd I would have avoided. More fool me. I was riding motorbikes, but I wasn't riding. You lucky bastard.
 
FOOT BOARDS????
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42 years ago...when skid marks had an entirely different meaning.
 
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