Imbil Rally 2005

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Imbil 19-20 Nov 2005

This must be one of the top favorites of a Rally in Queensland. Imbil is just 20 minutes west off the Bruce Highway, just south of Gympie and around two hours from Brisbane. If you like you can take various scenic detours on your way to get there. Kickan and I had things to do on Saturday, so we arrived late morning on Saturday.

The Imbil township was buzzing from the traffic of motorbikes. This year, there were no cars and car trailers and caravans allowed at the bottom of the camp, by the river or up at the Gymkhana area. This was a great idea and left so much more room for all the bikes and their much more modest tents.

We had the first run with our single wheel trailer, the Uni-Go. After events beyond our control, a third party had the opportunity to misplace *(loose) an integral part of our trailer coupling several weeks ago. The replacement attachment was far too loose and had given us some problem on the way up, but all went well. With supposedly 997 people there, we were surprised to see so much great room by the river. The atmosphere was great. Those Bambi burgers are a bit of a tradition now, as is the constant shelling with tennis balls using home made bazookas in some quarters.

Competition was tough with a large number of entrants in the Gymkhana. After four heats, I managed to secure the final and the win in the Barrel race. Trophies were great artistic metal works and much appreciated. Saplings from past year are now starting to give some good shade around the Gymkhana area.

The disco was going until very late. The place was packed and a great opportunity to catch up with many friends from over the years. Like Mr Mutt, who was wearing a purple bowler hat and like always groping the ladies long after we had called it a night. Like always I marveled over our generation. Never grow up to be dull old people. Heck we never grow old, we just grow older. The same teenage rebel attitudes and cheeky / foxy girl action keeps going on and on. What a very appreciate slogan we have, Growing Old Disgracefully.

What on earth did our parents do for fun at our current age. Well there wasn't’t much rock and roll and great motor biking for most of them. The next generation, will they carry on like this when they reach this age, I doubt it very much. Thank God I was born in the Fifties! What a great generation and philosophy.

The one thing to remember though. Keep your cool. Don’t get grumpy or give up on the club. Let’s rock on people!

Regards
Royal and Kickan

      
      
      
      
   

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