After coming up from Windorah it was spooky to catch Les coming up from Birdsville with Jason and the boys at the intersection with the Birdsville and Windorah roads. Mick and I just had to pass the guys into Bedourie and have a burger and a few beers at the pub whilst the others motored off.
So after chatting to the locals for a bit were’ out of there and cruising up the track, next thing this XLV comes over the hill so I slow down,stop ... its bloody
Mark Youdale, last person I would have expected to see on the Boulia road,conversation goes like this-G/day Jim, have you seen Ron and Les and a Fundero on the road out from Bedourie? G/day Mark, nope. Jim you must have . Nope. Mark becomes frustrated as his cousin has broken down with wheel bearing failure on the BMW and he had gone into town to try and source some replacements… So you know me, Mick and I have been in fang mode for 3 days after
getting Barry carted off to the Hospice, sitting on 120 just looking at the road and Mark expects me to see 4 bikes on the side of the road with me glass eye, no chance. They were actually in a bloody paddock next to the road, but Mick saw them, only because he has 2 eyes.We arrive in Boulia after an uneventfull ride up the dirt/tar/dirt/tar road. There’s a few other bikes there so straight to the pub and do a bit of bonding with some green cans. That bloke in the orange t shirt (from Jason’s photos) is there, I bloody thought it was Russell Coight, but no, it was the Malster on his impressively second hand looking GS, with Wayne, his minder and the north coast boys.
After securing our rooms ,we happened back into the bar for the odd cleansing ale or 15. So the start of a good evening happened whilst exchanging nice words with one of the bar staff. She advised me that a coach bearing 30 odd pensioners was preparing to unload its cargo straight to the dining room, so Mick and I were lucky to get our T-Bones before the thundering hordes. More green can action, although some of the widow’s found the Malster to be quite entertaining and attractive.
Back to the bar to find 50 or so of our traditional owners present on the left side and 20 or so 'blow-ins' on the right side. Umm more greenies I think. More tins were opened and by chance the publican wandered over. You beauty, have a chat and he buys us grog, yep, what do you want boys? I feel he changed his tune slightly when I questioned his morality in selling cartons of black rats to the locals for $95.
As the white fraternity got smaller and the owners were in party mode, so was I. We had some meaningful discussions with some old and young females.
'How about you big white fellas coming down to the riverbank and having big party with us?' Various words and phrases will be edited from here but Mick and I - I think the only Blunder Brothers left - partied on gamely. By this time we had realised, as you do, that the increasing arrival of two Policemen was linked to a video link straight back to the nick. We had some encouraging talks with the coppers as the gins tried to drag us to the river. We resisted and thankfully we did, as Debbie, one of the last remaining whites came to us and after a few more drinks invited us to a party at her place just down the road. Well, being in that party mode we of course accepted and trotted off with Debbie and a couple of others from the pub. Things were going along well I thought. This is nice. This attractive young woman has offered us this hospitality along with her other friends. This will be nice a little bit of socialising in Debbies breezeway. Its 1.00am and I thought that .... well Craig wont let me say it being a family site and all. So more drinks and just as the nibbles were coming out ---- so did her husband, with the Remington --- well I thought he doesn't want to kill me - only the bloke that's with us. Alas, also called Davo, so when we had finished ducking for cover and waiting for the fight to end, we decided that Debbies breezeway would be closed for renovations for a while. We then tried to sell the other boys a couple of Freightliners, which is another story and then wandered back to the pub, thankful that we were still in one piece.
So the question has to be asked … did we do the right thing and take up Debbies country hospitality or should we have gone to the river with the brothers and probably ended up in the river???????????
Just another big Adventure.
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