Ok try one at a time buddy
Ive just uploaded most of my pics so Ill do a little run through.
Mark B and I meet up in Bayswater for the drive to Cranbourne, pretty straight forward first leg.
We waited for a few minutes and Stuey and Mathew turned up in the Green Machine
and then Mezz arived in the Trippy Hippy van
And of course Mr & Mrs Eddy turned up in t the Pooojero - so no pics of that
So we stood around and chatted, checking out vans and genrally shooting the shite for a while, until the scrootanear had pick all the faults in each of the vans.
So it was time to go to the Island - Mark B headed off home due to family commitments - and I think he was smart enough to know we might just get into some sort of Trouble
All was going well cept for some Mainiack in a 4x4 drivin al over the place like a mad womans footprints.
Just cruisin - Stuey with the working speedo
Mez with a grin on his dial
And Me bringing up the rear - wheres the Pic Eddy??
We arrived around mid day in San Remo and decided to have Lunch, Fish and Chips in the Car Park never tasted so good.
After another of the Scrootanears diatribes from his throne in the middle of a parking bay it was time to move on to the show.
We arrived and payed or way in and as we were walking around looking at
The Scroot found a friend - some one worthy of his intallect, they struck up a conversation on engines and coefficients of friction, the size of Nitros bottles and the little machine that goes ping Oh Scroot how we envy you
To me this was the nicest thing there
Even the Scroot had trouble picking on this one
Another sweet effy
With a well proportioned arse
The panel and paint on this was awesome
Any one seen my van - they all look the same
After doing the loop lokking at all the Vans and talking shite it was time for home.
The traffic off the island flowed quite well and before long we were at our next designated drink stop - this time some of the giggle water was consumed so the BS continued to flow.
But No trip is without its issues and poor old Mez was battling a stuffed fuel pump and dodgey fuel filler and ended up running out of petrol on the way home.
But even Hippys sometimes remember thier boy scout days and mez was prepared with a 40 ltr can of go juice, we just had to get it in the pesky filler a jury rigged funnel and hose mad quick work of it.
Mezz doing the honours
The scroot offered around cigerettes while we were doing this but we declined
10 minutes and we were on our way again.
Was a small affair but fun none the less, thanks all for the company, it made the day.
Warren
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