American Motorcycle Club Southern Highlands Poker Run
Robbo, Southern Highlands AMC Secretary and one hell of a good bloke (just ask him) organised some photos and transcribed some words about his club’s recent poker run in the Southern Highlands.
THE DAY started out pretty piss poor — when we awoke it was pissin’ down — but rain hail or shine, these events must go on, so we got our shit together and, low and behold, people (the brave) started to roll up.
After meeting and greeting new and old mates, we drew our first cards before heading off to the Robertson Inn where Chris and his team looked after us very well. Indeed, at that time of year, as we approached Robertson coming from Yanderra, we descended into a misty, eerie atmosphere.
An hour and a few more drinks later, we were off again, this time to the Sutton Forest Inn for our lunch stop. We were there near on two hours. We were looked after by our Bush Fire Brigade from Tallong who did an excellent BBQ lunch. It was also time for the pub to recoup some of the dollars they had given as a donation (as all three pubs did). Special thanks to Kristy. She is a babe and looked after our every need (my drinks were pure rocket fuel with a drop of coke; sweet).
After some tall stories and tales of adventure, we made our way towards the Appin Hotel, and once on the freeway, we made up for the slowness that the day had provided with a 190 km/h dash some may have done towards Pheasants Nest.
At the Appin Hotel more tales of speed and a near tragedy were told over a truck load of booze. As the night went on, it’s amazing how tales just seem to grow into their own legends.
The band, Reload, played till the wee hours with some shit hot rockin’ music much to the crowd’s enjoyment. Fuck! I even saw Thomo get up and shake his leg along with some I’ve never seen tap their toes let alone dance — the wonder of amber fluids, aye.
Some of us decided it was time for bacon and eggs at 3:30 am when six brave souls decided Webcke and I must be good cooks. Why else would we be doing it (cooking, that is) in the early hours of the morning? Fuck, swear! There was a break in them there eggs anyway, and they certainly filled the drunks’ bellies.
Well done to all the Southern Highlands American Motorcycle Club members — you did a great job and put on a great poker run even if the weather again let you down. This is what it’s all about — riding, having fun and supporting one another — and that’s what I find everyday with the American Motorcycle Club.
