2014 Marabel Bull Riding Run...

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2014 Marabel Bull Riding Run...

Post by Prof » Tue Feb 25, 2014 6:47 pm

Glen organised this ride last year and enjoyed it so much he decided to do it again and invite the CA guys to join in.

What initially looked like being a big contingent, whittled down as the days passed. I began to doubt I would make it when I first ended up crook for the ten days prior and then ended up at Noarlunga Hospital the night before with a steel speck in my eye.

They couldn’t get it all out and sent me home at 3.30 am with an appointment at Flinders Medical Centre on the morning of the ride. The Specialist there got everything out and I got home with 45 minutes to get changed, get my gear out of my travel cupboard, pack some food etc and hop on the bike.
I debated with myself the wisdom of going on the ride with a sore eye that would be in the wind and dust for two days not to mention the lack of sleep.

But ‘bikersense’ prevailed and with Rilda’s encouragement I decided to hit the road on two wheels... Got everything together and packed in half an hour and was able to leave right on time!
Weather looks perfect as I tap the shovel into first gear and with a wave to my wife, swing down the drive and out onto the open road. Aaaah! Motor rumbling beneath. No responsibility for two days, and riding into the north country... my favourite space. This is goooood!

Traffic is thick... almost as bad as peak hour, despite being 3.30pm on a Saturday afternoon. I am to meet the rest at the Gepps Cross Drivein carpark and not finding it on Pt Wakefield Road, do a hasty U turn and find it on Main North Road.
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Glen is there waiting by his shovel... all alone! He rhymes off the ones he knows who can’t make it and I do the same. Looks like it might be only the two of us... Then I remember Brian and give his wife a quick call. He is on his way.
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Glen has just finished rebuilding his 72 shovel from the ground up, entire motor rebuild, new guard and sissybar, CrazyFrank style, twin Lucas rectangular lamps, etc etc. So far he has only ridden it to work a couple of times and a bit around town so this is the big test of his workmanship. It is supposed to be sporting a CV carby, but all attempts to get it to run this morning have proved fruitless so it is back on with the original job.
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Glenn excitedly shows me his shiny new motor but it has mysteriously acquired some grease spots on the front. Try as we may, we cannot find the source. He’s also rapt in how well and comfortably his luggage has fitted on the back and provided what turns out to be a beautifully comfy backrest.

Brian roars in on his xs chopper and now we are three!
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Glen is still looking for that elusive leak and Brian joins in.
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Time to go and we mount up and roar out onto the Main Gawler drag. Glen takes the lead and we soon turn off and swing back onto the Pt Wakefield Road... so we can bypass Gawler on the new northern freeway.
The riding is great, traffic not so thick and the weather perfect. At one point we play follow the leader with a commercial ute. The driver’s wife/partner in the passenger seat gives us a big smile and thumbs up each time we come level with each other.

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I take some pics when we are clear of traffic and Glen takes pics of me taking pics! All in all we are having a great time our motors rumbling and roaring beneath us, sweeping through traffic and taking turns to lead.

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Coming past Gawler, I forget Glen’s instructions and miss our turnoff up the Tarlee Road. He pulls alongside, yells our my misdeed and blasts ahead. Brian and I swing around behind him at a lane connector and we swing off and under the freeway.

A couple of hundred yards up the Tarlee Road we again swing off to the right and pull up in a patch of dirt beside the road. My Shovel has had a fit of misses and I check under the seat in case a wire has come loose at my battery or the ignition circuit. Nothing to be seen. Glen also checks a chain guard rattle and realises his needs to put a bit more clearance at the front. Other than that his shovel is running like a charm.

We take off again showing off and spitting gravel and dust as we go. My shovel has a few more minor missing fits over the next two days, but nothing serious. I will have to look into it this week.
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The ride up to Marrabel through Kapunda is perfect, very little traffic, excellent weather... three chopper jocks with big grins riding side by side, the wide open spaces unfolding before us as our machines eat up the miles.
Glen leads us up the main street of Marrabel and into the rodeo property. We pull up and pay our $25 and after a bit of discussion choose a spot in front of a tin shed between a couple of already camped four wheel drives.
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Brian opts to put his swag on the cement floor of the shed which I suggest will be colder than putting it under the trees alongside. Glen wants to be in front of the shed, so he can lay his swag alongside his chopper and enjoy looking at it when he finally hits the hay. I put up my tent by his bike with mine on the other side. Looks good.
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As we are setting up, Scotty rumbles in on his 2006 HD and quickly gets his swag set up along side us. I cop a bit of flack about bringing my ‘motel’... I think it also got called the Taj Mahal! But by next morning its benefits over a cramped dripping swag has been realised.
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Glen, Brian and I have brought our tea and eat it. Scotty has fed himself at the Marrabel pub and reckons he has never seen such a big juicy stake for the price.
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On dark we hear the band playing the National Anthem and Scotty followed shortly after by Glen races out the front and stands to attention while it plays. Makes a cool pic.
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The Bull riding is announced so time to check it out. We find some space up near the front of the crowd. We reckon there must be 3000, a high percentage of them being in Brian’s terms young eye candy.
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First time I have been to a bull rodeo. Rider has to stay on the bull for 8 seconds to get a score... Most don’t! Some last about two seconds. I take some photos, but can’t catch one in the act of being thrown off. Amazing some of them are chucked in the air and its a good ten feet to the ground, yet they jump up and run away... I’d be lying there with a pile of broken bones!!!At interval we go and check out stalls and the hall of fame. One horse featured in the photos was never ridden for more than four bucks!
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Some of the spectators are extremely bad mannered. One seventy year old woman swears like a trooper at me when I stand up to get a quick photo. Another woman and her daughter throw cans of drink at us. I get hit hard on the left calf and again on shoulder and sprayed with soft drink. Brian cops a couple too... And all to the most profane language I have heard. We had only just stood up and thought we were clear of those behind us... A simple “Would you move across a bit please” would have worked fine.
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Instead they get more than they bargain for as Brian gives them a a dose of their own medicine. Once he has well and truly pacified them, we drag him away to get some supper and head for bed. The band is now just firing up and the hordes being admonished to party hard.
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Brian and Scotty stay for the party for a while and Glen and I grab some chips and go back to our choppers and sit chatting until Brian and Scotty return.
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We all turn into bed to the crashing sounds of the band and I discover a benefit of my tent placement.
The floodlights make a great silhouette of Glen’s chopper against my tent wall. I take a couple of photos.

We all get woken frequently by drunken arguments and fights.... About 3am a couple of guys go hammer and tongs in the middle of the paddock.
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When I get on my chopper I go into holiday mode so I am the last out... In fact woken up by Glen offering me a steak sandwich he has bought me for breakfast.
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My Taj Mahal takes the longest to repack. The others have worked out we’ll take a longer route home via Saddleworth, Balaklava, Mallala and Two Wells.
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Scotty reckons he knows the way and leads us out. Being a long time chopper rider I have a certain paranoia about the boys in blue and as we go out the gate see a couple of cars on the Saddleworth road on the edge of town.

I watch in disbelief as the others all dutifully turn up the road towards the roadblock!
With no cars to distract them, we get waved over and breath tested. Glen and I are asked to pull over to the side and then get told our exhausts are way too loud. The copper in charge is very reasonable and after checking our licences and asking if we are in an outlaw club (negative) lets us go with a warning to get baffles in our pipes if we want to stay out of trouble.

I know the set of drag pipes I am temporarily running are very loud and have a much harder note than my old slash cuts, so it looks like I will have to do something before I get my new pipes set up. It was a pleasure to deal with some reasonable cops instead of the usual arrogant tax collectors.

Question... why do they have such stringent noise rules for bikes, whose noise is but momentary to those we pass, but a rock band can damage our eardrums with far louder and constant noise and have no cops booking them!!!!!
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The rest of the ride is fantastic... virtually no traffic, perfect weather, wide open spaces and the rhythmic rumble of four sets of exhausts.

Glen and I do some more photography, including some stops and set up shots. We stop briefly at Saddleworth for fuel and chat with the same coppers who have followed us at a distance on their way home.
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A brief stop at Mallala for a drink, food and fuel provides the same experience we get in many towns... strangers commenting on our cool looking Easy Rider bikes etc etc
I suggest we drop in on a member at Two Wells, but he has obviously appreciated the good weather and is out and about.
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Back into the northern suburbs, we swing off the Pt Wakefield Road to cut through to Tea Tree Gully where Brian lives... I have a wheel to pick up from him.
We check out his workshop and his latest addition a nice 80’s XJ650. Brian cuts all the spokes off my wheel as I only need the hub... a 550/4.
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Then it is just Glen and I on our two shovel choppers. We stay side by side most of the time back to his place, though the traffic gets thicker as we get closer to the CBD
At Glen’s place we down load my photos to his computer and his onto a stick I have... and have a look though them on the computer... Some really beaut shots.
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Time for me to head off. Being by myself I cut through the traffic much quicker... which I find quite enjoyable.

I pull into the St Marys BP servo and get a drink and fuel up. Two fellows on fancy blinged up Harleys are just pulling out of the parking bay alongside me. They ignore me totally... not unusual for modern Harley and sports bike riders. A car pulls up beside me and the driver and his passenger compliments me on the chopper and we chat for a while... So often car drivers and pedestrians are more friendly the modern bike riders... why is that?

More great riding and I am soon blasting up our street and swinging into our drive. The workshop door is partly closed, so I drive right up to the sliding door and nudge it to the side with my front wheel, back off a bit and do it again. Finally my faithful shovel and I are home again.

I leave the bike loaded, lock the door and head in side. It has been a most enjoyable two days, but unlike most times, I am well and truly ready to rest. Lack of sleep for two nights plus still recovering from a wog and eye troubles has taken it out of me.

I am really pleased I went. Though physically bushed I am mentally refreshed... which is what a good chopper cruise can do. See you on the road
Chopit'nrideit... Prof

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Re: 2014 Marabel Bull Riding Run...

Post by gsand » Tue Feb 25, 2014 10:55 pm

Great pics and a brilliant write up. The picture of the 2 shovels amassed by the police has been a good conversation piece for 2 days now. I printed it out and have stuck it up at work 8)

Thanks to Andrew and Brian for coming along for the weekend. Hopefully next year we can get some more members out there.

Now I have my baby back on the road I'm looking for any excuse to get out for a weekend or more.

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Re: 2014 Marabel Bull Riding Run...

Post by El Skitzo » Wed Feb 26, 2014 11:45 am

Great pics and good to see the boy in blue being so reasonable
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Re: 2014 Marabel Bull Riding Run...

Post by tigerbob » Wed Feb 26, 2014 1:32 pm

Enjoyable write up & pics as usual!

I haven't been to Marabel since maybe 1990. It's sure grown since then.
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Re: 2014 Marabel Bull Riding Run...

Post by Bearcx » Wed Feb 26, 2014 10:15 pm

Great story, and good photos. Glad everyone got home safe.

..........now, about those baffles !! :shock:
The brave may not live long, but, the cautious do not live at all.

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