Issue 11

January 2004

When you need to know the news, read the Nulla-Noos

Here we go again with the next exciting edition of Nulla-Noos, and this is also the first edition with photos in it too, even if they are black & white ones. And I'm as amazed as you are too.

Also, I hope everybody has survived the madness of the Christmas - New Year season and that you are all looking forward to the next 12 months of riding.

First up, it seems that some of you that have Nullaboy e-mail addresses are having problems getting into the site to retrieve your e-mails from me.

As I'm not a guru on this computer stuff, please contact Spider and ask him for assistance on this matter.

E-mail him on … or ring him on … 9434-4664 at home or mobile on … 0418-949-039 and I'm sure he'll set you on the path to recovery.

If that fails, let me know with an e-mail of the address you are happy with and I'll change my records so you at least get them until it's all sorted out.

I don't want you getting pissed off at not getting details from me.

And if you're not getting these newsletters, I want to know that too.

You should get one every 2 months. Copies can be sent out if you want them. But you gotta tell me if you miss out, otherwise I don't know what's happening.

Now, here's a little story from one of our members lady's who rode pillion across the Nullarbor and back to attend the SA State Rally last October.

Let's hope that it inspires more girls to travel with us on our little travels around the countryside.

THERE AND BACK on the Harley!

When I was offered the opportunity to help shine up the Harley and head across the desert to the HOGS South Australian Rally it took me one nano second to say yes! I looooove the Harley and the prospect of two weeks on the open road - sunshine and blue skies - was a dream come true.

But, I was warned -

It will be long - it will be hard - it will be tough!!! They said,
and you will be the NOM.

OK! I now know that a NOM's position on the social scale is something lower than the underbelly of a cockroach however, in blissful ignorance, I agreed happily to be "The Nom".

Day 1 and full of nervous anticipation, I wriggled into my leathers, strapped on the helmet, climbed onto my square of leather and headed east to Norseman. So far so good - apart from the burning coals pressing into each buttock. God I looked forward to those pit stops every couple of hours.

We woke to an ominously grey sky on Day 2 and as the Harley roared into life we cursed the billowing black clouds filling the sky and hoped for a miracle.

Obviously no pull with the BIG GUY and about 30 minutes out of Norseman the call was made to haul out the wet weather gear which added a bright splash of colour to a grey and gloomy landscape.

Over the next couple of days the weather deteriorated getting colder, wetter and windier by the hour. We added layers of clothing to stay warm and dry and I was soon up to 5 layers.

Our night at Mundrabilla was freezing and the bitter wind sweeping across the plains was preparing us for what was to come the next day.

After fighting against shitty weather, strong head winds and the wet muddy backwash spewing out from every #!%$# ing road train, we finally called it a day at Nullarbor and spent the afternoon drying our clothes, warming our bodies and of course cleaning the Harley. (NOM's work)

Amazingly we dodged most of the rain the following day, but heavy showers had spread sheets of water across the roads and there were more road trains, more showers of mud, more wind (and more fun). I don't want to sound like a 'girl' but the ride from Nullarbor to Wudinna was tough. As I huddled on my patch of leather, crouched over to try and escape the wind, man and machine rode on confidently.

I have to admit the Wudinna 5km sign was a welcome sight even though there was a car trial in town and we had to settle for the rough end of town (shearers quarters) it was warm, dry and there was hot coffee (more NOM's work)!

I have to say right now that, if you haven't balanced on the back of a Harley, at 130kmh (oops 110kmh), on a 20cm square patch of leather, wearing enough clothes to qualify as the Michelin woman, riding into a fierce headwind, side gusts trying to tear your head from your shoulders, while trying to keep the CD player dry and hear the music to distract you from the pain in your bum and neck then, my friends, you have not lived.

I am in total awe of the skill of the Harley breed who can simultaneously battle the effects of viciously gusting wind, blurred vision through muddy, wet, insect spattered windshields, struggling to keep the Harley on the right lean to offset the driving wind, while travelling at 130kmh (oops 110kmh), with a Michelin woman billowing out the back and……keep it up for 7 - 8 hours.

Now that's a real man.

On Day 4, after a brief stop at Port Augusta (yuk - traffic lights), we headed south for Kadina and the HOG Rally.

Over the next day or so there was a steady roar in Kadina as all species of Harleys rumbled into town. Tents mushroomed on the rec centre grounds and the parking area was awash with the glow from tons of polished metal.

Around 300 bikes en-masse is an adrenalin rush worth experiencing.

We had opted for the comfort of a real bed and a shower rather than camping and from all reports it was a good decision to do our own thing.

There were some grumblings about the food but the booze flowed and Harley lovers 'talking the talk" with a beer in hand and a good story to tell can overcome mortal needs like food.

You could always grab a top value steak sandwich at the pub to feed the inner man and the bands, the train ride, the copper mine tour were all great.

We just made Kadina in time to catch the YP Field Day (held every 2 years) at Paskeville and that was BIG BOYS TOYS heaven. Loads of big machinery, cars, boats, caravans and more people and cars than you can imagine. It's obviously a big event on the peninsula.

I'd never heard of the Yorke Peninsula but it's a beautiful area with an intriguing blend of agriculture, Cornish history and coastal villages and we had some great rides through sweeping fields of yellow canola, purple lupins and lush green wheatfields. Perfect, just you, the Harley and the open road - heaven on a stick……………and the Cornish pasties - yummmmmmmm.

Sadly Tuesday came too soon but, as we packed up and headed West, the miracle finally happened. Fine weather, some sunshine and a tail wind gave us a perfect ride to Ceduna.

The next day was a highlight when we detoured off the black road to the Head of the Bight where whales spend time nurturing their calves from June to October.

We spotted a pod of dolphins cruising the crystal clear blue water at the foot of the cliffs and a few minutes later picked up a couple of whales lolling around in the deeper water. We could have watched these unique creatures all day but there more firsts waiting.

I had never seen the spectacular lookouts along the Bight, the cliffs and contrasts are breathtaking and riding the reverse trip gives a totally different perspective of everything.

I still giggle over one incident in a little coastal town on the peninsula. Walking into what we thought was a café (but was actually a CHURCH FETE) - leathers on, helmets in hand and seeing the look of panic in the eyes of the elderly lady collecting money at the door - she definitely thought Hells Angels were about to takeover the hall.

Now that I've crossed the Nullarbor in both directions on a Harley Davidson, served my apprenticeship as a NOM (although I'm still on probation), experienced the passion that drives and bonds Harley riders, I feel I can truly call myself a bona-fide NULLAGIRL.

[ Only if you pay your membership first honey …… Wiz ]

You were right guys - it was long and at times it was tough BUT it was the most exhilarating, exciting and totally awesome experience imaginable.

Would I do it all again? In a heartbeat!

Written by Louise P.

Don't you just love a good story ?? I do, and my thanks go out to you for making my life easy by filling up over half this Nulla-Noos with it too.


Ferrari Sack Their Entire Pit Crew

Modena - Italy

The Ferrari Formula 1 Team has today fired their entire Pit Crew.

The announcement followed Ferrari's decision to take advantage of the Australian Governments "Work for the Dole" scheme and hire unemployed aboriginal youths.

The decision to hire was brought about by a recent documentary showing how young aboriginal youths were able to remove a set of car wheels in less than 6 seconds, without the proper equipment, whereas Ferrari's existing crew can do it in 8 seconds, but only with millions of dollars worth of hi-tech tools.

This was thought to be an excellent, but very bold move by the Ferrari F-1 management.

As most races are won or lost in the pits, Ferrari believed that they would have an immediate advantage over every other team in the competition.

However, it seems that Ferrari got more than they bargained for.

During the new aboriginal crew's first practice session, not only were they able to change the wheels in just 6 seconds, within 12 seconds, they had resprayed, rebadged and sold the vehicle to the McLaren Team for 4 dozen cans of VB, 2 cartons of Winfield Blue and 4 litres of turpentine.


This concerns all of you who are planning on coming to Tassie next October.

The most pressing thing right now is for us to book our spot on the boat, especially for the bikes & trailers.

The Spirit of Tasmania have informed me that if we intend to travel as a group over and back on the boat, we need to book our dates as soon as possible.

You will find in this edition, a leaflet that I need you to complete and return to me as soon as possible.

For a $300 holding fee, this will allow me to get special group rates, but first I need to know how many of you are planning on going to Tassie.

This is the most important part of the whole deal, so please return it to me as soon as you can, e-mail is fine too.

These are our travel dates so book your holidays with work and then tell me you are coming.

We leave Perth Saturday October 16th but need to be in Melbourne by Thursday 21st for the 9.00pm sailing time that night. Should be easy enough.

Returning from Tassie, we leave from Devonport at 9.00pm Saturday Nov 6th arriving in Melbourne at 7.00am Sunday 7th.

But although the boat docks at 7.00am, we may not get to leave there until mid-morning, so from there we'll work it out as we go.

But will be back in Perth around Friday 12th so you'll have a couple of days to get ready from your return to work on the Monday 15th.

Okay, they're the dates, book your leave, plane tickets, etc, and then tell me you're coming, also your transport requirement … bike only / bike & trailer / etc.

Then I can advise you of the costs for vehicles and the voyage across the water.

Well, that's it for this issue……

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