A beautiful morning and the lads were gassed up and rear’ in to go, and they would have but our salubrious Mr. Turgeon had trouble starting his bike and couldn’t make the rendezvous on time.  Time ticked by and eventually he turned up in splendid style.

 

Pixie setting a pace that Hanz would be proud of headed off to the Batavia for breaky, one of his best rides he says, every set of lights he was entertained by Gila in a fashion only that would suggest Mike was sucking up to the road captain for being late, and it worked. We later moved on for munchies at Sportsman.

 

It was at this point we heard all the excuses under the sun as to why Gerard had not offered his bike to the group before selling it to some foreigner from unknown places, whilst we’re all happy he sold it the general consensus was that he could have got at least another Rp 50 mil for it from one of us that would have happily take it off his hands, shame, hate to see a Bro out of pocket.

 

Shaun looked as gorgeous as ever, even though it was a little obvious he had slept with his hair rollers in, nevertheless one of the waitresses at Sporties found him very pretty, skinny but very pretty.  This was followed by in depth discussion as to where he got manicured and what conditioner he used, I couldn’t believe he didn’t take us seriously, he knows we’re serious and would never take the piss.  We’re offended.

 

A quick jug or two, a couple of laughs and we’re off,  Bugils was beckoning.  After having enough of the stale beer smell and the not so gorgeous waitress in her Bali board shorts Gerard and pretty boy flew the coupe, Champaign and caviar seemed more attractive than a jug or two with the boys, never mind you can’t keep all people happy.

 

Gerard and family are high tailing it back to Canada at the end of the month, Gerard finds Jakarta not stimulating enough and lacking the entertainment facilities he is accustom to back home, I think he’s from Saskatoon.  Shaun, well what can we say, he’s leaving us just when we taught him how to use a Mach3 to capture the bum fluff under his nose, he just stopped using elastoplasts on the pimples on his bum too, bikers don’t do that.  Actually in Shaun’s defense I have heard pimples referred to as beauty spots and those rosy little cheeks aren’t from holding his breath when throwing a tantrum or excessive quantities of gin, there from face sucking.

 

We’re going to miss you guys for a bit, but only until you return.  Our best wishes go with you all.

 

A great day was had by all, especially after Gerard and pretty boy pissed off  to their Champaign thingy,  the day would not be complete with out mentioning our loyal cute little Pixie, yes this is the one that missed tail ending a car by inches on the way home, Dunlop’s do light up and not to out do him self dropped his bike out side F39, no damage to the bike but a huge dent in his pride, dip shit.

 

Well guys and girls Gerard and pretty boy will be having a going away party at Mad dogs with an endless supply of Jacks, don’t miss it we have to make sure they actually go, stay tuned for the date.

 

Dog box honor this week goes to the one and only Pretty boy, rather than stay with the Bro’s and sup suds at Bugils he felt it more important to venture off to TGIF and seek pin souvenirs for his vespa jacket, he obviously has learnt very little from us.

RIP Gilas Bar….Long live Sliders Bar !!!

Thanks to Grant for the words and Alan for the shots