The Ruptured Budgie Rally
Friday 19 May 2006

 

By Linda Kidd (Boris)

 

We were all prepared for hail, snow or rain

The bikes looked like juggernauts they were so heavy laden

The sun shone brightly, it was a beautiful day

We fired up our steeds and we were on our way

 

Winding ‘round back roads and soaking in views

Taking pretty pictures and hooning, like you do

We arrived in old Tenterfield, earlier than thought

And ahead of copious alcohol, a burger we bought

 

All went well, we hadn’t got lost....yet, until

Leaving Tenterfield and over the hill

We flew right past the turn off to Glen Lyon Road

“68k that way” the dicky mud map showed

 

I pulled my mate over and said “This isn’t the way”

We’ll be back at Stanthorpe in 34k

Our feelings were confirmed when in the opposite direction

Came several packed up bikes, so we made a correction

 

We arrived at the rally site with a creek to traverse

A Creek?  More like a river or worse!

After waiting for kayaks, prawn trawlers and the Titanic

We were pondering just how to cross….IT WAS MANIC!

 

An elderly gent approached me and said “Listen girlie…

Keep to the left, and exit up there, good luck girlie!”

I took a deep breath and headed for the murky water

That had led so many that day to their slaughter.

 

I barrelled across, I was NOT going to fail!

Typical me, I have to beat the mere male

I arrived at the other side, dry feet, big pride

And flung the Bandit into a big mud slide

 

My screams of WOO HOO! were heard by the camp

People approached to tell their tales of wet and damp

As it turned out that night, after an audience audit

I was the only woman who had the balls to try cross it!

 

A big night was had, and stories were told

Huge bonfires were lit to ward off the cold

I crawled into my sleeping bag at a quarter to five

and by 5am the goddamn crows came alive

 

Oh well, get back up and put on the billy

Make a nice cuppa to warm my bits that were chilly

By 10.30am, we started back on the booze

Keep drinking, no hangover, what is there to lose?

By teatime that night, (that vodka’s a bastard)!

We were all on our way to pretty well plastered!

The company was great, we laughed so much

Then George recited poetry, with his talented touch

 

Party on, party on, laugh, scream, yahoo

When you’re at rallies, that’s just what you do

Late on that night, a plastic bag was lit

Which created a spectacle in the air as it rose bit by bit

 

That night again, our bedtime was morning

We had to pack up amidst all the yawning

Gather all yer stuff, billy, bottles, cups

And I had laughed so much I felt I’d done 100 situps

 

Riding back home through the back windy roads

The boys had excuses, they weren’t in the mode

I flew through Tabulam, Urbenville, until Woodenbong

Then I had to stop and wait for them, they took so long!

 

Another rally over, and another memory saved

It’s all about fun and laughing at how people behaved

Can’t wait for the next one, there’s just not enough!

So we can get outta the city and yahoo and stuff!

 

 

Linda Kidd (Boris)
Bandit 1200
 June 2006