Buckin Broncos, Handlebars And Old Times

Finishing Carnarvon gorge and very satisfied we headed to Theodore to meet Marks mum Jan and Ross who had invited us to stay on their farm, their property is a beautiful setting and cool backdrops, we earned our keep assisting them with shifting Bulls, drenching a heard of around 100 and shifting them out to the back paddock (a long way).

Some fence work required as it had been very wet.

While in Theodore the rodeo was on which turned into a must do, they had motos there too performing backflips and all pretty cool, the barrel racers provided a fair stack of skills and entertainment as well as the bucking bulls.

The downside to the great night out is it got very cold which would lead to a grunty head cold that I still have 3 weeks on, I thought I had been singled out but no it has been going around Oz like a dose of the heavy shits.

While at Theodore I took Ross out for a skid in Skippy which he thought was amusing.

Concluding Theodore and the great fun we had there we were off towards Ken and Carol Duval’s who we had met and had heaps of fun when we were all young(er) punks but in between we had a stop at Handlebar Haven in Kilkivan, note the bike up the tree.

Handlebar Haven is a camp ground specifically for bikes and bikers of all races, genders, colour and heritage (moto style that is)…if you have handlebars you are made welcome….even Ural eccentrics.

They do have signs saying “no fuckwits” so they are clear about anyone wanting to cause trouble, Annie and her man Jock said they have had very few issues with the rest of the biker community keeping things on the straight and narrow while having cool musical gigs and moto parties.

For us it was a great place, Annie has a Harley trike and the are both in the process of setting up two KLR650s with sidecars for their Ozzie travel, a huge thanks for the hospitality and fun, see you again.   

We had met Ken and Carol in the USA, then again in Mexico and South America, on arrival at their place we were welcomed in like yesterday, so cool to say the least and great to see them again.

We had a great yarns and chewed the fat with many years of stories and experiences to catch up on, absolutely golden.

The afternoon we arrived I started to feel a bit shady and by that night I had a full blown bastid head cold that knocked me for a six.

The following few days were shit, barking like an old dog with horse breath and snotted up to hell so it was great fun…yeah, but still we made the most of it however unwantingly I had shared it with Carol…very very sorry for that.

Next up and away we hit it to Brisbane to meet up with other 4 wheeled travel mates.