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Danger_dave
Posted on Thursday, June 25, 2009 - 04:54 am:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post    Move Post (Custodian/Admin Only)

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Hr_puffinstuff
Posted on Thursday, June 25, 2009 - 10:00 am:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post    Move Post (Custodian/Admin Only)

must be the cover shot for Dave's new Moto/porno.

"Aussie Leather Biker Boys Gone Wild"
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Liquorwhere
Posted on Thursday, June 25, 2009 - 07:22 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post    Move Post (Custodian/Admin Only)

Hmmm...I thought Dave was in New Zealand?? Not an Aussie......cool pic either way.
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Danger_dave
Posted on Thursday, June 25, 2009 - 07:25 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post    Move Post (Custodian/Admin Only)

An Aussie living in NZ.
8.5 years and I still talk funny.
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Danger_dave
Posted on Friday, June 26, 2009 - 06:36 am:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post    Move Post (Custodian/Admin Only)

The press.

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Lemonchili_x1
Posted on Friday, June 26, 2009 - 06:51 am:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post    Move Post (Custodian/Admin Only)

Say hi to Matho for me next time you see him. Better say Graham, he doesn't know me as Chili.
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Danger_dave
Posted on Friday, June 26, 2009 - 06:55 am:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post    Move Post (Custodian/Admin Only)

Gotcha. I get on great with all those guys. I was SO pleased with myself when some of them quoted me. I'm not worthy...I'm not worthy...I'm not worthy

My favourite comapany on a press gig is 'Boris'.

Dat man make me laff plenty big time youknow.
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Lemonchili_x1
Posted on Friday, June 26, 2009 - 07:05 am:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post    Move Post (Custodian/Admin Only)

Matho was a couple of years above me at high school. He was the feared CSM of the Cadet Unit until I got to know him better. Incredibly nice bloke, great story teller : ). Haven't spoken to him for a few years though. (Did he ever do anything with that Bimota DB1?)

Boris sounds like a great character. His column is often the first thing I read in AMCN, and his road tests are almost always from an original perspective.

BTW - From a humble readers point of view your writing and photography is definitely worthy.
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Brinnutz
Posted on Friday, June 26, 2009 - 07:42 am:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post    Move Post (Custodian/Admin Only)

Jager Bombs?
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Danger_dave
Posted on Friday, June 26, 2009 - 07:51 am:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post    Move Post (Custodian/Admin Only)

Yes - a Bimota was mentioned in dispatches - the details slip into a JD haze however.

Best Boris moment. We were stopped for a photo opportunity high in the Aussie Alps, not far from Mt Hotham.

There was a nice corner and backdrop, so the caravan of 16 Bikes and 4 support vehicles, team of mechanics, camera crews and PR folks stop, and we do the ride past the photog 3 times each way trick.

After your turn it's park up for a while time. Helmet off.

There was a haze from the clearing fires that added to the majesty of the place and there was plenty to look at as we waited our turn.

I was standing looking to the valley floor when I get the elbow in the ribs.

'Look dis vay big man' - he says in this mock European accent that we fall into when bantering. (You have to back yourself to take the pi$$ hey - and he loves it, He tried giving me sh*t about being a Kiwi at first - I just rolled up my sleeves.)

But there in the shadows of Kosciusko, I was brought back from trying to remember the fourth line of 'The Man from Snowy River' as I gazed upon that terrible descent, when my attention was drawn to skyline behaind me, decorated with a row of 1125rs.

In the foreground is Erik Buell, recently alighted from the support truck in which he was traveling, Jerry can in hand, refueling the bikes.

Boris says. 'We're on a MV launch and you think Tamborini is filling my bike?'

Glory days.

I never did recall the line.

The Man from Snowy River
Banjo Paterson

There was movement at the station, for the word had passed around
That the colt from old Regret had got away,
And had joined the wild bush horses -- he was worth a thousand pound,
So all the cracks had gathered to the fray.
All the tried and noted riders from the stations near and far
Had mustered at the homestead overnight,
For the bushmen love hard riding where the wild bush horses are,
And the stock-horse snuffs the battle with delight.

There was Harrison, who made his pile when Pardon won the cup,
The old man with his hair as white as snow;
But few could ride beside him when his blood was fairly up --
He would go wherever horse and man could go.
And Clancy of the Overflow came down to lend a hand,
No better horseman ever held the reins;
For never horse could throw him while the saddle-girths would stand,
He learnt to ride while droving on the plains.

And one was there, a stripling on a small and weedy beast,
He was something like a racehorse undersized,
With a touch of Timor pony -- three parts thoroughbred at least --
And such as are by mountain horsemen prized.
He was hard and tough and wiry -- just the sort that won't say die --
There was courage in his quick impatient tread;
And he bore the badge of gameness in his bright and fiery eye,
And the proud and lofty carriage of his head.

But still so slight and weedy, one would doubt his power to stay,
And the old man said, "That horse will never do
For a long and tiring gallop -- lad, you'd better stop away,
Those hills are far too rough for such as you."
So he waited sad and wistful -- only Clancy stood his friend --
"I think we ought to let him come," he said;
"I warrant he'll be with us when he's wanted at the end,
For both his horse and he are mountain bred."

"He hails from Snowy River, up by Kosciusko's side,
Where the hills are twice as steep and twice as rough,
Where a horse's hoofs strike firelight from the flint stones every stride,
The man that holds his own is good enough.
And the Snowy River riders on the mountains make their home,
Where the river runs those giant hills between;
I have seen full many horsemen since I first commenced to roam,
But nowhere yet such horsemen have I seen."

So he went -- they found the horses by the big mimosa clump --
They raced away towards the mountain's brow,
And the old man gave his orders, "Boys, go at them from the jump,
No use to try for fancy riding now.
And, Clancy, you must wheel them, try and wheel them to the right.
Ride boldly, lad, and never fear the spills,
For never yet was rider that could keep the mob in sight,
If once they gain the shelter of those hills."

So Clancy rode to wheel them -- he was racing on the wing
Where the best and boldest riders take their place,
And he raced his stock-horse past them, and he made the ranges ring
With the stockwhip, as he met them face to face.
Then they halted for a moment, while he swung the dreaded lash,
But they saw their well-loved mountain full in view,
And they charged beneath the stockwhip with a sharp and sudden dash,
And off into the mountain scrub they flew.

Then fast the horsemen followed, where the gorges deep and black
Resounded to the thunder of their tread,
And the stockwhips woke the echoes, and they fiercely answered back
From cliffs and crags that beetled overhead.
And upward, ever upward, the wild horses held their way,
Where mountain ash and kurrajong grew wide;
And the old man muttered fiercely, "We may bid the mob good day,
No man can hold them down the other side."

When they reached the mountain's summit, even Clancy took a pull,
It well might make the boldest hold their breath,
The wild hop scrub grew thickly, and the hidden ground was full
Of wombat holes, and any slip was death.
But the man from Snowy River let the pony have his head,
And he swung his stockwhip round and gave a cheer,
And he raced him down the mountain like a torrent down its bed,
While the others stood and watched in very fear.

He sent the flint stones flying, but the pony kept his feet,
He cleared the fallen timber in his stride,
And the man from Snowy River never shifted in his seat --
It was grand to see that mountain horseman ride.
Through the stringy barks and saplings, on the rough and broken ground,
Down the hillside at a racing pace he went;
And he never drew the bridle till he landed safe and sound,
At the bottom of that terrible descent.

He was right among the horses as they climbed the further hill,
And the watchers on the mountain standing mute,
Saw him ply the stockwhip fiercely, he was right among them still,
As he raced across the clearing in pursuit.
Then they lost him for a moment, where two mountain gullies met
In the ranges, but a final glimpse reveals
On a dim and distant hillside the wild horses racing yet,
With the man from Snowy River at their heels.

And he ran them single-handed till their sides were white with foam.
He followed like a bloodhound on their track,
Till they halted cowed and beaten, then he turned their heads for home,
And alone and unassisted brought them back.
But his hardy mountain pony he could scarcely raise a trot,
He was blood from hip to shoulder from the spur;
But his pluck was still undaunted, and his courage fiery hot,
For never yet was mountain horse a cur.

And down by Kosciusko, where the pine-clad ridges raise
Their torn and rugged battlements on high,
Where the air is clear as crystal, and the white stars fairly blaze
At midnight in the cold and frosty sky,
And where around the Overflow the reedbeds sweep and sway
To the breezes, and the rolling plains are wide,
The man from Snowy River is a household word to-day,
And the stockmen tell the story of his ride.

(Message edited by danger_dave on June 26, 2009)
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Danger_dave
Posted on Friday, June 26, 2009 - 08:03 am:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post    Move Post (Custodian/Admin Only)

Not tried them - sound alright though.
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Brinnutz
Posted on Friday, June 26, 2009 - 08:15 am:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post    Move Post (Custodian/Admin Only)

They are derricious.
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Danger_dave
Posted on Friday, June 26, 2009 - 08:19 am:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post    Move Post (Custodian/Admin Only)

It's 00:19 Saturday morning here, currently on 5th JD and dry, and very happy.

Go the Dragons!
http://www.nrl.com/Default.aspx
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Ezblast
Posted on Friday, June 26, 2009 - 11:14 am:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post    Move Post (Custodian/Admin Only)

That poem always brings a tear to my eyes.
EZ
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Danger_dave
Posted on Monday, June 29, 2009 - 11:14 am:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post    Move Post (Custodian/Admin Only)

More Press. Far north Qld adventure.

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Danger_dave
Posted on Tuesday, June 30, 2009 - 09:20 am:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post    Move Post (Custodian/Admin Only)

1125CR http://www.flickr.com/photos/38126832@N02/36753050 68/
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Lemonchili_x1
Posted on Tuesday, June 30, 2009 - 09:25 am:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post    Move Post (Custodian/Admin Only)

"In the foreground is Erik Buell, recently alighted from the support truck in which he was traveling, Jerry can in hand, refueling the bikes.

Boris says. 'We're on a MV launch and you think Tamborini is filling my bike?' "


Classic. That says so much about Buell, the man, Buell, the company, and Boris.

Nice CR pic. For once I prefer red over black... I think... ; )
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Ratyson
Posted on Wednesday, July 01, 2009 - 03:14 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post    Move Post (Custodian/Admin Only)

WOW.. How'd that guy in the white shirt get the stick through his mellon!?
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Danger_dave
Posted on Wednesday, July 01, 2009 - 06:10 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post    Move Post (Custodian/Admin Only)

Former Police riding instructor. Breed 'em tough.
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Reepicheep
Posted on Wednesday, July 01, 2009 - 06:39 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post    Move Post (Custodian/Admin Only)

I think the guy in the gray shirt did it... look at how he is smiling! : )
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Danger_dave
Posted on Thursday, July 02, 2009 - 06:24 am:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post    Move Post (Custodian/Admin Only)

I don't get out of bed for less than 1000cc.

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Spiderman
Posted on Thursday, July 02, 2009 - 07:51 am:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post    Move Post (Custodian/Admin Only)

LOLDAVE
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Danger_dave
Posted on Thursday, July 02, 2009 - 08:07 am:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post    Move Post (Custodian/Admin Only)

I walked into the Ventura factory and that pic is blown up and framed in the Foyer.
I was intolerable.

They are doing Ventura bags for
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