Kath and Rob's belated annual adventure (2010/2011)
Good afternoon/morning/evening/midday or whatever it may be.
Here's our (very) late ride report upon a mighty '93 TW200 (Rob) and a Kawasaki Super Sherpa (Kath).
Again, this year we were headed to Victoria to spend the time neighboring new years eve. Opposed to last year where we attended a festival chockers with borderline pubescent, vomiting party-goers, we were headed to an abode with friends on the Mornington Peninsula. The motivation was two kegs of arctic Grand Ridge beer in a fine part this country.
We left on Christmas day, which meant we had to have Chrissy early. Atlas had his first beer, at just over 4 years old.
He went outside and vomited after.
Still, a good effort.
Xmas morning, let's go!
We wore our Mrs and Mr Clause outfits, but it was far too hot on this day.
In the hills, after a load of smiles and honks from fellow road users we stopped for a break and we got rid of the outfits.
Good afternoon/morning/evening/midday or whatever it may be.
Here's our (very) late ride report upon a mighty '93 TW200 (Rob) and a Kawasaki Super Sherpa (Kath).
Again, this year we were headed to Victoria to spend the time neighboring new years eve. Opposed to last year where we attended a festival chockers with borderline pubescent, vomiting party-goers, we were headed to an abode with friends on the Mornington Peninsula. The motivation was two kegs of arctic Grand Ridge beer in a fine part this country.
We left on Christmas day, which meant we had to have Chrissy early. Atlas had his first beer, at just over 4 years old.

He went outside and vomited after.
Still, a good effort.

Xmas morning, let's go!


We wore our Mrs and Mr Clause outfits, but it was far too hot on this day.
In the hills, after a load of smiles and honks from fellow road users we stopped for a break and we got rid of the outfits.

