As some will be aware my bike is currently “failing to proceed” as Rolls Royce used to say back in the day, it’s currently at Motomoda waiting for parts.
Generously Pete offered me the use of his bike now known as the Flying Peacock or Andrew to its close friends (those in Oz will understand the reference).
I picked the bike up a couple of days prior to leaving for the rally (the Ruptured Budgie is the Queensland Guzzi Club’s annual rally) and eventually headed off on Friday morning from the local meeting place, Pie in the Sky on the Old Road north of Sydney.[You must be registered and logged in to see this image.]
We spent the day riding north to Uralla in the New England area of NSW.
Spent the night at the pub after meeting up with a number of others who arrived from different points of the state.
The Flying Peacock outside the Top Pub at Uralla.[You must be registered and logged in to see this image.]
Next morning we headed northwest to Inverell and then on to the rally site near Mingoola on the NSW and Qld border, arriving early Saturday afternoon.
After the usual beer and bullshit and catching up with old acquaintances, we watched various participants taking part in some of the events, I am told there were around 400 at the rally.
Plenty of GRiSO's at the rally[You must be registered and logged in to see this image.]
A couple of the boys competing in the toilet roll competition.[You must be registered and logged in to see this image.]
Good quality toilet rolls meant a great deal of speed could be generated.[You must be registered and logged in to see this image.]
Lance on the back of Mal's V7 gathered up the toilet paper and put it to good use after his ride with Mal.
After dinner provided by the local Lions Club who use it as fundraiser we settled in for the night around multiple campfires.
Sunday morning we woke at the crack of dawn when the usual rally moron decided to fire up his bike for the sake of it.
After dusting ourselves off and packing up, we headed off in various directions for the trip home.
The Flying Peacock ready to head off on Sunday morning.[You must be registered and logged in to see this image.]
The greatest challenge of the whole few days away was making it out alive from the portable shiter in the background after the activities of Saturday night.[You must be registered and logged in to see this image.]
I took the long way and had to dodge some Kangaroos while heading across to the Gold Coast to catch up with my wife who was visiting an old friend for the weekend.
Monday I headed off for the 850 km trip home which went really well for the first 4 hours before the rain started and continued for most of the way home.
Fortunately it wasn’t torrential but was constant showers for around 5 hours.
The Peacock never missed a beat and the engine performance was exemplary, I love the way the early 8v bikes feel a bit raw when compared to the newer versions. I also have to throw in a comment on the Michelin PR4’s I have on my bike and which are fitted to Pete’s, I can only endorse them for their overall performance and great wet weather grip, which never gave me a moment of concern on some pretty dodgy road surfaces.
Overall a great few days riding with friends and on some great roads in rural NSW and the Flying Peacock got me home trouble free.
Pete the engine noise I found familiar and comforting and it brought back good memories.