To hook up with old friends again and rub shoulders with the West Rand bikers was befuck, and well worth the effort. Since the Buffalo Rally, money has been a bit on the short side, and we’ve had to make do with the occasional venture to the local for some well deserved socialising.
The jol itself was no better or worse than any other I’ve been to, but the fact that all my buddies were present made for a great day. It was time to sit back, talk shit and down a few cold Black’s. Herbie supplied the music, and he hardly ever disappoints, with a good mix of Rock and mellow chick music. One thing can be said for us bikers. No matter how time marches on, the personalities stay the same and you never have to feel uncomfortable if you haven’t seen someone for a while. Conversation just carries on as if you last saw each other only yesterday.
Being hooked up with a girlfriend has paid due to my wild, free roaming days, but hell, I miss it so much I’m prepared to take the odd rap over the knuckles if I could do it more often.
See you at the next one. Red knuckles and all.
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