There were four of us from the club and a guy on a brand new Goldwing - Nick. Three flew down, Rob, Janos and Peter, we hired a car and drove it like a racing car.

The beach house had it's own private track to the beach. Friday night we played cards.

Saturday morning saw Pete cooking bacon and eggs for breakfast on the BBQ. We went to the race track at 10am and went through the expo, which was quite good. We stayed at the races most of the day, teed up with Richard the Motorcycle Racing Chaplain and took him to an Italian restaurant. We invited him to the beach house and saw a power point presentation. Richard talked about different ideas, presented his history and vision for chaplaincy. We crashed and burned that night.

On Sunday we went to the track. We saw accidents, walked around the outfield, checked out other peoples' bikes. It really was good racing, some impressive get offs right in front of us. After wards we went back to the house and saw Mario off. Pete got to ride the BMW K1200 LT with stereo, bells, whistles and buttons. Smooth as silk, even had heater grips on.

Mario did the cannonball run on the way back. He left at 7am and got home at 4.20pm after getting lost in the city. The boys left on bikes and Pete, Rob and Janos went into Melbourne. If you are going through the airport, don't do up your boots, Rob had to take his off for a security check.

Ducati Peter had leant Pete his bike all weekend. Some nicknames popped up. Gismo - Steve had all the gadgets, GPS, tripod, stereo on a full dresser BMW. Ray - GG (garbage guts) and the nickname Handbrake was coined.

A good time was had by all!