Your Shout

MOUTH OF THE MONTH

MIRACULOUS ESCAPE!

When I heard you were dedicating an issue to us readers I knew I needed to send you this letter. What I am about to reveal is true. I have only left out some bits that would not reflect well on the constabulary.

I was on a ride with the Oyster Bay MCC early in the ’90s and we finished up at the Tarago Hotel, in the Highlands between Canberra and Goulburn. We were all standing around in a big circle to see “who could tell the biggest/best dirtbike yarn”.

So, this bloke steps forward and tells of a guy who went missing near Canberra on a big two-stroke and spent the night in the snow.

Standing next to me was a guy, Zultan, who I whispered to, saying that it was actually our old mate ‘Maverick’ who was lost.

With that, I was pushed to the front of the group to give them the low-down.

In June, 1986, a group from Kerang and our mob from Sydney met in the Brindabellas, ACT. We went out for the Saturday to visit McIntyre’s Hut down on Flea Creek and take in the magnificent tracks. I distinctly remember saying, “we are using the cornerman