The Spaghetti Rally was a first for me ,and what a hoot it was too. We met at Heathcote, the usual starting point for southerly runs, Peter Henry Brett Rosentall John “The Bog Man aka Tutti Fruiti aka One Point “Thurgate Mark Oastler and myself . Brent met us there as well but had priors and left us at Nowra. An uneventful run to Nowra was followed by a brisk run across to Bungendore, all was going well till about half way when my freshly rebuilt Mk 4 developed miss at mid revs. Changed the plugs at Bungendore but to no avail. When we got to Queenbeyan and Brett thought it could be the points closing up but I didn’t have any feeler gauges so I nipped back to a Super Cheap and bought a set and immediately the miss went away and didn’t return, typical.
After a nice Griso nap on the way to Cooma it was time to have some fun so across the Snowy Mountains , the ride over the mountains is worth the slog on the Monaro Highway, what a hoot !!! Jingellic was the destination for the night, always a good stopover. We had a relaxing evening at the pub and met up with some other rally goers, had chat a few beers, nice dinner and a good night sleep. Breakfast was at Tallangatta and then off to the rally. There was a few bits of dirt on the route we took but nothing too bad , we got to the rally with no drama, set up our camp , and off to the pub for lunch and a cooling beer. Back to the rally site and caught up with Donna and Laurie, and Vicky and Snits. After a walk around checking out all the bikes, including a Ducati Dahma with a side car that looked like it had been welded on in the 70s and not touched since and meeting up with old and new friends dinner was smelling good. The Victorians again made us welcome and their spaghetti boll was excellent, though John was right in pointing out it wasn’t spaghetti but tagliatelle. ( bloody foodies )
We had a great night around a beaut fire, good company and a nice bottle of red , doesn’t get much better than that . Unfortunately for me I had to be back in Sydney for Monday so it was a booooring run back up the Hume with just a quick stop for fuel, a cup of tea at a mates place at Moss Vale and off home by 630.
Brett, John, Pete and Mark had a more interesting run home over two days but I’ll leave that for them to tell you about. All in all a great weekend and the Victorians again made us feel very welcome once more.