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If you’ve seen a better Triumph Bonnie that has been Cafe’d, prove it and post a pic
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When I first saw this photo of a modern Triumph customised in a Ratty Bobber style I had to post it as I thought it would cause a bit of consternation amongst the Triumphanista…
…and there is nothing I like more than pissing off modern Triumph owners.
What do you reckon, do you like it?
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“Hey, is this yours? I used to own a Trumpy”
If you buy a Triumph Thruxton, get ready to have every guy who ever owned an old bike come up and tell you about all the old bikes he ever owned.
We all rocked up on time at Green & Cock Leederville. Route was explained and I showed the newbies where we were going to lose them.
10:30am and it is time …
Me: “Ok, let’s roll”
Newbie Scott: “I just have to get petrol first”
Newbie Wayne: “That’s a yellow card isn’t it?”
I turned my GoPro on but of course I had forgotten to charge it so unfortunately I can’t provide footage of us booming through the city although it looked something like this…
An uneventful ride to our first pit-stop at Shell Kalamunda where we hooked up with Simon of Man, Bike, Spanner. From there it was ride at your own pace to the shittiest pub in the Perth hills, the one star (only because you can’t give it no stars) Mundaring Weir Pub. The crew split into two groups straight away with PK on his Ducati Sport Classic, HDK on his Thruxton and Simon on his Speed Triple up the front.
Wayne on his 900ss led the next group with Paul on his Ducati 620 sport, Benny Bones on his Bonny, Viv and Scott on their VTR’s and Olyflyer was up the rear…his excuse is that he was taking photos but we haven’t seen proof…
I went up a side road and waited for them all to come past and chased them down on Shaken Fist. Even though it hasn’t been tuned yet, we were pumpin hard and we caught the leaders as we headed into the pub.
^Hey, have you heard about this new app, Angry birds?
Wayne’s 900ss clutch gave up so he stayed behind with HDK. From there we headed back to Kalamunda and tuned off towards Bickley. Great sweeping road that we’ll do again. We then made our way to Canning Dam for photos and to tell each other how close we came to crashing etc.
^As the speeds picked up so did the bullshit!
^Viv, offering herself to Shaken Fist…
^Benny Bones checking out the dead cow skins
…and then this Kangaroo jumped out in front of me….
^5 minutes later, the speedo needle would be off this dial. It is sooo not calibrated…
^You can work out who is saying what…
^Let’s roll mofos
Google maps says it’d take 39mins to do the 35.8kms from the dam to Jarrahdale Tavern. 14 minutes after leaving the dam we sat down for lunch.
^PK looking very happy with himself
Lunchtime topics of discussion
Food polished off it was time to head home. One last sprint before civilisation and a top up of fuel.
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One of my favourite Triumphs and definitely my fav. from the recent International Bike show in Italy
I love the…
Not so much of a fan of the external fuel sight and brake and clutch levers though.
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Mick Xsploder of Sydney Cafe Racers just laid a deposit down on this cracking Trumpy.
“1973 Triumph T140 750 Bonneville ….. came from from a guy in South Carolina, USA and he had restored it for his wife. The bike had new clocks on it and has done only about 80 miles since he did the bike up as she hardly rode it…. very fucking cool I think :)” - Mick
There would be deposits of a different kind happening if I ever get to see it in the metal.
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Some pics from Sunday’s Perth Cafe Run #2.
We stopped for lunch at Dwellingup so I whipped my camera out and took a couple of shots before the rain came down. A lot of bikes out on Sunday…
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Perth Cafe Racer Run - Nanga Forest 25th Sept.
Most people have an alarm clock to wake them up. I have a 2 year old boy who loves nothing better than to creep up on me while I’m fast asleep and shout “DAAAADYYYYY”
A great way to wake up on a sunday morning eh!
I look outside and it’s sunny, which is a pleasant surprise as the weather hottie said showers are to be expected. I jump on the Kwaka and head to the first meeting point to fill the tank with go go juice. Brad rocks up on his blingitty bling cruiser and then we head south to meet the rest of the crew at Mandurah.
Sunglasses Welding Helmet is essential when looking at this bad boy!
Pleasantries are exchanged and we head off with Boof on his Bonny leading the way to Waroona for another top up of the magic liquid. When we stopped, there was a group of Zed’s out for a dawdle.
They asked us which way we were heading and then took off in the opposite direction!
Tanks were filled, ego’s were pumped and Nanga Road was calling for us. Boof said “Ride at your own pace” and promptly P#$%@d off.
The clouds were looking ominous so we gave chase along Nanga Road (definitely one of the best playgrounds in WA). A couple of Bonnevilles and a W650 Street Tracker led the way with the Thunderbird and the Warrior scaring wildlife and logging trucks off the roads behind us.
We rounded a bend to see three learners racing to be the first one to die. They came onto the wrong side of the road and into the path of the Warrior. Some good riding by Brad and an accident was averted.
An outstretched foot to the helmet of an oncoming moron is not an accident.
After 50kms of twisties, I could hear my stomach rumbling…oh wait…WHAT….THE….FFFF…
Not my stomach after all, just the Thunderbird roaring past to get to the steak sandwiches before the rest of us.
Dwellingup greeted us warmly with the pub occupants coming out to see what all the noise was…
Is that guy front right chowing down on the girls head?
When the Harley riders saw the badass Cafe Racer crew roll into town, they jumped on their tractors and rumbled on out. It was time for a lemon lime and bitters…and some photos.
My favourtie vehicle of the day was of the 4 wheeled variety. Am I fired?
Saab Monte Carlo V4
Clouds were getting darker so we headed off to Dandalup were we filled our tanks and bid the Southerners goodbye before heading north back to Perth. Then the clouds delivered on it’s promise and soaked us to the bone.
Nothing was going to wipe the smiles off our faces. No bike troubles, no accidents, no police and when I got home, I open the roller door to my boy shouting DAAAADYYYYYY!
A good day was had by all.
