The annual ladies ride is always looked forward to with much anticipation. Elder's weather wasn’t promising anything brilliant for the weekend, so come Saturday the sky was grey but no rain & NO WIND, and as we headed off towards Walpole the sky cleared and we were soon riding in sunshine.
There was a record group of 11 ladies this year and we were set to
have another great weekend. We had decided not to have too many
“ladies” pit stops this year and headed straight to Walpole for coffee
and cake. Much to the horror or delight of an unsuspecting bloke having
a quiet coffee. Before he new it, he was surrounded, he then got on his
phone and we were sure he was ringing his mates telling them he was
having coffee with a mob of “chicks” on motorbikes. No doubt he was
leaving out a few details . . .
We then headed off in perfect riding conditions wondering if it was
legal to be enjoying ourselves so much! We were soon bought back to
reality by a RBT roadblock by 2 friendly blokes from the constabulary.
News had travelled fast that we were on the road!! No, we hadn’t been
drinking, yes I have got a license and yes I am old enough to be
Tammie, forgetting she wasn’t on the race track and taking off at
100kph, made more noise than intended on take off, was sure they were
going to follow. I think she was trying to distract the police from
noticing Meagan’s tail light hanging by a single wire! Not very
observant of them. When we got to the Northcliffe turn-off we stopped
and Chris had some gaffer tape which did the repair job perfectly.
Next stop was Pemberton for lunch at
the Old Millhouse and a fuel top-up for some. The attendant was
obviously impressed with the bevy of woman on bikes, and was heard
telling everyone that came through. After lunch we headed off past
Karri Valley and left into Stewart Rd and to the Brockman Highway,
keeping an eye out for roos. A quick regroup at Karridale and on to
Augusta to the Georgina Molloy. There were shared rooms for the quiet
sleepers and single rooms for the snorers, who will remain nameless.
A nice hot shower, a wine and debrief and it’s off to the pub for
dinner. The meals were excellent, although there was a very new and
nervous young boy serving the meals and for a brief moment it looked
like Jo and Tammie might be wearing their soup rather than eating it.
After dinner Lydia did a search of the
hotel and located a juke box
and pool table so off we all trouped to the “front bar”. One young
local insisted it was a record, as it was the only time there had EVER
been more women than men in the front bar. He repeated that just a few
times during the night! I think another record was set that night as
another local lad was very suspicious of Meagan’s looooooooooooooong
legs. He had never come across anyone with legs longer than his!
He didn’t quite get out the tape measure but spent a long time standing
in awe next to Alex and Meagan in turn. Meagan didn’t share the secret
of her 6 inch heels hiding beneath her jeans.
A pool competition commenced with Meagan and Alex whipping every one
of us including the local lads. But they took it in good spirit and
extended an invitation to call in and see them playing football next
morning when we rode through Manjimup. They said the rest of the team
would be sooooo impressed. Very flattering….. but sadly we had to say
we would be keen to be getting back to our reception in Walpole.
Back at the Motel, Karen kindly obliged a request for a “belly
dancing” lesson. Hopefully no one had cameras out (yes they did) but it
was very funny and we were getting very noisy so decided we had better
all call it a night as we had a long ride next morning. Everyone was up
early, some brighter than others but nothing that a nice brekky at the
bakery didn’t fix and then it was back on the bikes, fuel up and off.
Now some of us are obviously more
observant than others and on our
arrival in Manjimup for regrouping and fuel for those who needed it,
Karen had encountered a goat on the road and then a peacock! Luckily
she was able to slow down in time and no harm done.
Back on the bikes and on to Walpole and what should Karen see but a
family of pigs under a bridge. Now I didn’t hear whether there were 3
pigs, a wolf in sight or straw houses but we are going to have to
believe her, once again no harm done, luckily they were “under” the
We had a lovely run from Manjimup to Walpole and it was nice to see
everyone there to meet us for lunch and catch up. Once again it was a
great weekend, we all had a fun time as usual and are looking forward
to the next ladies weekend away.