THE LONE Wolf MC clubhouse is not far from my place so I couldn’t figure out why Chris, who lives on the other side of the town, rides over every year to cover the run himself. It intrigued me so greatly that I decided some years back to take my chances and find out why he loves this run so much. Well, Lady Luck wasn’t on my side as the imprint of his size eleven boot reminded me not to try it again. Some years passed and a miracle happened.
Chris is on the phone: “Hi, George, can you do me a favour?”
“Yeah, mate, what’s up?”
“Can you cover the run for me?”
My first thought: Fuuuuck, he is making fun of me!
“I don’t know, mate…” I say diplomatically remembering his boot on my backside.
“I’ve got a broken leg and can’t go!” he admits.
“Bingo!” I say. “I’m on to it!”
Comes Saturday and I’m legit to cover the run. I arrive around 11 am as the run starts at noon. I take pics of the bikes and occasionally look over my shoulder to make sure Chris doesn’t appear suddenly to kick my arse.
I meet my mate Mario who I haven’t seen for many years and we chat while admiring the bikes lining up for the ride.
Just on noon we leave the clubhouse. It’s a nice warm afternoon as we ride towards the Blue Mountains.
Kurrajong Heights Hotel is our first stop. I arrive there a few minutes before the pack as I want to take some pics of the ride and to have a beer without standing in the queue. After a clicking frenzy, I manage to capture the crowd having a good time. It’s a magnificent view looking back towards the city, and the food is good. People wander around with their drinks and a smile on their dials. The relaxing atmosphere overwhelms me and I stop looking over my shoulder.
We soon continue our journey towards Pitt Town where the local pub is our next stop. In the pub we accidentally run into Life and Death MC who are having a Saturday siesta at the pub. I take some more pics as the pack enjoys the great weather.
After an hour we leave the friendly pub and are on our way back to the clubhouse where a BBQ is on the menu.
The wheel of fortune decides the winning ticket, and after some more beers, it’s time to leave the clubhouse. Now I know why Chris loves this run, and to tell the truth, so do I.
words & pics by George