It was Lewy who had a dream (unbeknown to his wife and future foxette Janelle) to ride route 66 before he was 50. It was number one or two or three on the bucket list that was kept in the recesses of his mind. At a BBQ lunch in early 2012, he articulated his thoughts on the matter and let it waft around the table a little to see if it would be picked up by any others who had a similar dream. Sarge jumped on it and was trembling in his seat with excitement at the prospect. It was on! The two of them looked for support around the table….Russ was unmoved…”Never been on my bucket list” he said.
The months moved on. Lewy was working the phones each weekend to get a critical mass of like minded biker types to join him on his crusade to the mother road. Sarge and Lewy actually went through with it and bought a couple of stonking hot learner bikes. Russ, now driven by a fear of missing out on something he was never interested in doing, went out and bought the smallest motorbike he could so he could participate without dropping a half ton piece of metal on top of himself. One problem….how to ride it home. Welcome into the picture Singo who was already an experienced motor scooter rider (four years on his L’s). “Ill meet you at the shop and guide you home”…does it remind you of two little boys having two little toys. “Why are you doing this Singo asked?”. Its because I am participating in some guys crusade to ride route 66. Quick as a flash Singo says “I’m in”.
Meanwhile Sarge has been working on Tone aka Sean Connery, you probably remember him from movies such as Dr No, to get with the program. Suddenly another maxed out learner bike is on the scene. We now have a possy of L platers!
When Rusty mentioned this caper to Richo, he said “You told me you were never ever going to ride a motor bike…..if I knew all you guys were going to start riding I wouldn’t have sold my Harley” ….. “Yea well blame Lewy”, Russ said.
When Lewy picked up his P’s he felt confident enough to approach the big guns of Turramurra; he first located Hydro one rainy day having a scotch with the chickens in the back yard and popped the mother road question. “Yep of course I’m coming I just have to check the long range weather forecasts and correlate the findings with current radar readings to ensure the atmospherics are OK for the ride.”
Next approach was to Gibbo who was a little intimidating due to his 33 years of riding. “No problems big guy, as long as I can do a few antique and jewelery stores on the way she’ll be apples. Do you guys have any wax for my moustache?”
As time drew nearer we heard rumours that Boxy was coming, but Shirley would never confirm them, so it was with some relief we met Boxy for one ride a month before the big tour.
The Silver Foxes had arrived!
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