A rolling train of hard men, chrome and thunder.

A short 30 minutes later and we had powered past the last remnants of suburbia and were greeted by the welcoming sight of the Wollombi Pub. This old pub has stood for many a year and is a favorite with bikers far and wide as well as home to the famous "Dr Jurds Jungle Juice".

To the South is a long winding road over the Mangrove Mountain range and to the North a pretty punt through country back blocks towards the mining town of Singleton and the popular Golden Highway.

Good riding country.

The boys kick back with a coldie.

The old pub features really cool wooden bush furniture.

"AAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYY .... Richo !!", says Brett.

Jono's 08 Fatty, Brett's 07 Fatty and Hamo's 07 Trumpy in the foreground, some of the other bikes on the run in the background.

Brett's 07 and Jono's 08.

Yakking to old mates and making new ones.

Everybody talked about "that dickhead farmer" who had left a shitload of grass clippings all over a high speed sweeper a few miles back up the road.

More of the bikes on the run all lined up.

And even more on the other side of the road.

Now this was a really nice old Evo. It ran strong all weekend, looked awesome on the road and had a smart pilot behind the hangers.

The Wollombi pub has looked exactly like this for as long as I can remember.

Today we were headed South from the pub and after the crew had knocked back a cold beer and drawn another card we were off, leaving a solid wall of Harley BLAAAAAATTTTTT----BLAAAAAAAATTTTTT bouncing down the road behind the pack.

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