​It’s been a long road from there to here. My parents were in their 50’s when I left the UK. You think of them as bullet proof, but my father didn’t last long and my mother now has Alzheimers so Akiko and I are now living in the UK. Cornwall, in fact. Whilst we’d rather be back in Oz, being here does give us the ability to experience Europe. What better way than to attend EuroLambretta? Especially as it was in France and most of Akiko’s experience of Europe so far has been Italy, for some weird reason.
 
My steed of choice being my 1968 Mk1 Jet 200. These are the Golden ones and are partly Innocenti and partly Eibar. It had been found and restored for me about 8 years ago by Buzzsolomoto and I had had it shipped to Milan and immediately did a Milano-Taranto on it and then a year later, the last Euro in Spain. She’s not standard, having a Mugello 225, an Ancilotti Sports exhaust and a Varitronic.
 
We were going to be two-up with a great deal of baggage, and I wanted to extend the range as much as possible. I added a big rear rack, Wistonia panniers, an ironing board back rest, a touring front rack developed by Tino Sacchi after his long travels and a mounting bar for my GPS. I also installed a Long Range petrol tank with a small toolbox from Saigon Scooter Centre. I also carried an extra 5L of fuel in a mini Jerry Can on that front rack. Our water proofs were in one pannier. Spare parts and 2-stroke in the other, and tools were strapped between the back rack and the back rest.
 
We live near the Lizard, the most southerly point of the UK mainland and almost as far west as you can get too. In UK terms, it is pretty remote. Leaving Saturday at about noon, we went to Plymouth and caught up with one of my nephews and his family, and then caught the overnight ferry to Roscoff, which was as smooth as silk. We were the only scooter and there were a few bikes. Obviously, we got a few comments, but mostly either incredulous or admiring. Certainly nothing disparaging.
 
On arrival in Roscoff, I started to look for a petrol station and I couldn’t find one. It would turn out well that I had that extra 5L as France is basically closed on a Sunday! We used it a couple of times. There were even situations where the GPS would tell me a town had multiple petrol stations and they were either closed or non-existant. Still, we managed, and finally got to Mont St Michel with me riding on the wrong side of the road only once.
 
For those that don’t know, Mont St Michel is a fortified island in a tidal bay and it has an Abbey on the top. During the French revolution, the monks were kicked out and it was turned into a prison. I grew up looking at St Michaels Mount out of my bedroom window. St Michael’s Mount is in Cornwall and is an island in a tidal bay that used to have an Abbey on the top, but which has been a castle since about the 12th century. It was my 3rd attempt to see the Abbey. The 1st time I was too late. The 2nd was with Akiko in late 2022 when it was closed because of a security scare, but this time we made it in!
 
After Mont St Michel, we rode to Fougerre, a medieval walled town that, as it turned out, was instrumental in the end of the 100 years war, which lasted for 114 years, between the English King (who was basically French) and the French King. However, it was largely French nobles picking sides to fight for whom they thought would win. In this case, the Duke of Brittany (who were originally British) had stayed out of the war, but an English aligned French noble attacked and sacked Fougerre and so the incensed Duke joined with the French and within 2 years, the war was over.
 
We stayed the night in the first of our AirBnB’s. The lady that ran it had hardly and English and, my French is rusty as hell, but we managed to communicate. As I said, France in basically closed on a Sunday. It was hard to find a restaurant that was open…. But we finally did find one.
 
The next day, we toured the remains of the castle and town walls and then rode to Le Mans. Much more success with petrol, especially as I noticed my GPS had a an option to show a bar on the side of the screen showing you how far to the next petrol station. Le Mans wasn’t too far away, either. I must admit, riding into the city I was not that impressed, but when we got to our AirBnB I was very happy. It was an apartment on the 1st floor of a medieval house on a square that had a great restaurant, a lovely bar, and a flower shop. We were on the edge of the medieval city and, as it turned out, near a map of the city that gave us a route to see the sites. I did have to leave the bike in the square, but I chained it to a bicycle stand and off we went for a walk. Almost the first thing we saw was the Gothic Cathedral with its immense French Organ and a Menhir. I had to explain to Akiko about what a Menhir was by referencing Obelisk from Asterix the Gaul! Dinner that night was superb in the restaurant called “The Kings Fool”.
 
The next day was a ride to Tours. As we left Le Mans, there was a Jaguar F-Type coming down the Mulsanne Straight, which became a little bit of a theme as we saw another one not long after. The next weekend was the Le Mans weekend.
 
In Tours we stayed in an appt just off a 15th century street and near the Gothic Cathedral with an immense French organ! This became a theme for most of the ride. One unfortunate aspect of the French Revolution is that they destroyed many of the stain glass windows in their Cathedrals, which is a shame. It was particularly true of Mont St Michel, but some survived in Le Mans and Tours. Once more, food was excellent and, because it was a Monday, France was open! The bike was left in a secure underground car park.
 
Whilst we were eating, there was an advert for a Chateau Chenonceau only about 18kms away and on our way to our next stop, so off we went the next morning.
 
It’s a 10 bedroom house built on a river in the 15th century. That, though, is doing it a little injustice. There used to be a fort and a fortified mill actually on the river. The French royal family knocked down both, keeping only 1 turret from the fort and the foundations of the mill. They then built a chat eau on the mill foundations, which now housed the kitchens. After they built the Chateau, they decided that they wanted to go hunting in the forest on the other side of the river and so built a bridge, which they didn’t quite complete. Then they wanted somewhere to entertain, so built on top of the bridge, giving an enormous party space! There’s some great history about the place, as you can probably imagine. My favourites were that it was a hospital during ww1 and during ww2 the river was the boundary between Vichy France and German Occupied France. Consequently, they used to see when the Germans were not looking, and people would run through the Chateau to get to comparative safety.
 
On to Sancerre! This wasn’t far from Magny-Cours and Sancerre is my favourite French White Wine….. so we had to stop there. After about 60km’s of quite shitty road we came out on top of an escarpment, and in the distance was Sancerre. A Medieval hill top town and it was just grapes between us and the town. What a joyous ride that was, as the road improved too. Our AirBnb this time was a room in a house in the middle of the village. So we were actually staying in someone’s house. The lady who ran it spoke really good English, so I gave the French a night off ma Francais terrible!
First thing we did was to go for a wine tasting at La Maison de Sancerre, which was right in the centre of the town. Where I discovered a great deal about Sancerre wine, like it was known for Pinot Noir until 1922 when they started growing Sauvignon Blanc. We got to try different wines from different soil types. Really quite fascinating!
 
We went for a walk around the town and Dinner was at La Taverne do Connetable and was again superb. Unusually, the portions were huge! Akiko regretted not saving herself for dessert as the profiteroles were enormous!
 
I’m going to go back to Sancerre, and stay at the same BnB, Lit et Dreams. This was the only time we got provided breakfast. They can be booked directly, so next time I’ll do that.
 
Then it was just a 50km ride to Magny-Cours. I almost missed the signs to Euro on the roundabout, but in we rode. 1st of the Australian contingent, and 37th overall. We immediately booked the wine and cheese tour for the next day, Friday, but basically hung out for the day. Almost immediately we were catching up with people we know, such as Tony Tessier. We got ourselves some drink tickets and sat at the bar.
 
We were AirBnB again as I don’t camp. I’m kind of glad too, as whilst the glamping looked quite good, they were quite a distance from the toilet’s and the showers. The only way to describe the toilets is Kitty Litter! We found a restaurant in the town, and then went to our Caravan which was only a few km’s away and nice and peaceful in a field.
 
So far, the weather had been lovely, but on Friday the weather changed, which was unfortunate as we were doing the cheese and wine tour. This, unfortunately, did not work well. No-one had actually ridden it. Due to French regulations, this was a self guided tour and we set out at 10:50, to get to the cheese at 11:55, which meant that we got 5 minutes in the shop to buy, what turned out to be, excellent goats cheese. Just as we got there, it started to seriously rain, and we had to shelter in a doorway as the shop closed.
 
It stopped, and then we started to ride again and then once more, another shower. We sheltered under a tree and then it stopped again and we got on the bike…. For it to breakdown just up the road. Nothing major, the NGK plug cap had work loose and a new plug and it was right as…. Well… rain! Fortunately, it had the grace to breakdown whilst it wasn’t Raining. Then we were on to Puilly Sur Le Loire for the wine tasting. To arrive at 1pm, just as they were closing until 2:30. Never mind, as there was a restaurant that was open.
 
The wine tasting was extremely good. There were 3 video presentations, two of which were in English with the 3rd having a sheet of translation. It told you all about the wine, its history, etc. Then it was down into a cellar was they had an aromatic experience to help you to identify the smells you would get within wine, and then there were 2 which you were supposed to identify. Back up to the tasting room/gift shop and then on to the tasting. All very nice. The only downside was we weren’t able to buy wine as we were limited to what we could carry.
 
On the ride back to Magny-Cours, the weather improved and we saw riders heading in our direction however, we heard later, that one of them had hit diesel going around a roundabout and the result was not good. Indeed, this seemed to happen a bit over the weekend.
 
When we got back to Magny-Cours, I went hunting for a new plug cap and a spare. I had forgotten to pack my spark plug spanner, but Gary Searle from the UK gave me one of his. We got to spend the afternoon outside at the bar with some of our Italian Friends who I had ridden with before. Tino Sacchi, and Giovanni Passerini, both of whom I’ve done Euro’s and Lammy Jammy (USA National meet) before. We also caught up with Steve and Natasha Diffey. I also saw Pete Fay, from the UK, who I’ve known since I was 18. He’s now the VP of the Lambretta Club of Scotland, who are hosting in 2025.

Tony Tessier tracked us down and asked if we’d lead the ride for the wine & cheese tour on Saturday, as we were the only ones who had done the actual ride. We had to decline, though, as we wanted to do the official ride-out to Nevers and watch Jaime “Supereibar” and his documentary on a street race in Barcelona, his home town, in 1985. In the end, the wine and cheese tour was cancelled for the Saturday as the weather in the morning was terrible again. However, it brightened up enough for the ride to Nevers, which turned into a bit of a magical mystery tour with being taken the wrong way, and around in circles, due to road-works, but we got there in the end. I think there was about 300 Lambrettas in the ride, due to the weather and, I suspect, some sore heads from the night before.
 
As we got there, we over heard some English guys talking about decent coffee in Nevers and tagged along with them. Great restaurant again, and our first decent coffee of the trip. We rode back to Magny-Cours with them, and got there in time for Jaime’s presentation which was attended by Natasha and Steve Diffey and Nick Townsend. The video, which is available from Jaime on a DVD, is superb. The amount of effort Jaime has put into tracing down competitors and organisers is amazing, there were even some of the original organisers at the Euro to answer questions. Basically, this was a 24 hr race that was mostly Vespas, but there were some Lambretta teams in there as well. It’s well worth watching and paying for.
 
Akiko, not surprising, was probably the only Asian woman there and she kept having people coming up to her and asking if she was Akiko. She couldn’t believe how many new who she was, but found out it was because so many were connected to me on Facebook and so, by association, knew of her. I must admit, I was also surprised on how many people knew me.

Dinner that evening was excellent. I think one of the best dinner’s I’ve ever had cooked for 1200 people. It did not disappoint. I understand there were issues for some vegetarians, but that was not a problem for us. Akiko and I sat with the rest of the LCoA, but we managed to miss Nick. Unlike other Euro’s I’ve been to, each country did not have a specific place to sit. I actually think they led to a better atmosphere, with everyone mixing in.

Prizes were given out, there was a small mistake of awarding furthest travelled to Nick, rather than Steve and Natasha, who had also ridden from the UK, but that was easily rectified nicely by the hosting club, and Steve got a mention. As it happened, the trophy was “borrowed” so Nick and Steve will both get one sent to them.

Then it was off to our Caravan. We were to be up early in the morning.

Sunday was a big day, we got up at 6am and were gone by 6:45 to fill up as we had 489km to ride to Rennes (Another cathedral city). A Huge day 2 up with loads of luggage. It took us about 9 ½ hrs, and it rained for about 8 of them, which was not pleasant at all. My memory of the ride is mostly roundabouts. I think France must have had a sale on roundabouts. You’d get to a junction in the middle of nowhere…. And there was a roundabout! Again, it was Sunday, and so France was closed. I did breakdown again in one town, but it was only because I had forgotten to close the gap on the spark plug, which was quickly fixed.
 
We got to Rennes by about 5pm and were famished! We stayed in an appt, and parked the bike outside. The owner assured me that the area was quiet and safe. We walked into the old medieval part of the city and found a bar that was open and served some food, including a local sausage. So, with some wine, we were satisfied for the evening.
 
The next morning we go up early again, to get back to Roscoff. We had 200km to go. Unfortunately, when I looked ta the bike, the panniers had been ransacked and all my tools had been stolen. So I was a tad worried for the next 200km in France, and 100km or so in the UK as if the bike broke down, I had the parts, but no tools.

Fortunately, we got to Roscoff about 10:30am, and so went into the town, which was a delight. We sat in a harbour side café and had wonderful oysters and a decent coffee. Then on to the Ferry, where we saw some of the motorcyclists we’d seen on the way out and they wanted to hear about our adventures. The crossing was smooth, and after arriving in Plymouth we had just over 100km to home…. Or so I thought…. As the main road had a massive detour, and we nearly ran out of fuel. Fortunately, about 25km from home, I found a petrol station and we rocked up outside the house at exactly midnight!

So proud of Akiko who was an excellent Pillion, and that superb bike, built by Buzzsolomoto and serviced for me in Milan by Lambretta Milano.

Akiko loved the trip, so we will be at Scotland in 2025.
Siobhan

Reproduced with thanks from Tash Diffey- check out her blog of other lammy events - ​https://www.travelswithtash.net/lambretta-events/

Steve and I travelled from Sydney, and our friend Jack from Perth, to England where we met up with the Dorset Modrapheniacs; Jack and Steve being members of the Modrapheniacs, Steve a lifetime member as former #1 for a number of years.
On Sunday morning 9th June we boarded a ferry from Poole to Cherbourg. I was pillion on the back of Steve’s Serveta and Jack rode his trusty Series 1; the guys grateful they’d made the decision to keep spare Lammys in storage in England, and myself feeling a bit gutted I didn’t have something to ride. Once we arrived at Cherbourg I jumped into the Modrapheniacs’ back-up van to enable Steve to ride a bit quicker. We didn’t want to be slowing down the group of riders, knowing that groups always ride to the slowest scooter. Then, we all took a detour for a few extra days to visit Normandy’s D-Day beaches commemorating the 80th anniversary of the landings. I’ll write more about that adventure separately, as this section of our tour warrants its own post.
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Unfortunately it was to continue to rain on and off throughout the day. But that didn’t stop things going ahead, like the ride-outs and the long wine & cheese self guided tour, the latter which Siobhán and Akiko enjoyed. Jack, Steve and I were content to hang around the site all day, checking out the dealer stalls, admiring all the Lambrettas parked up and riding around the site, watching the Dyno testing, and chatting with old friends.
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Saturday was more or less the same as Friday. A few unhappy campers had decided to leave early, either complaining about the poor weather, or the campsite’s less than ideal layout or pitching surface under their tents, and some complained about lack of activities on site. There was still rain drizzling on and off, there weren’t as many dealers as some expected, no gymkhana entertainment, no welding facilities and very few spare parts for sale to assist those who had suffered mechanical issues on their way to Magny-Cours. Most of us who remained, passed the time by wandering around the site again, checking out scooters and a couple of new stalls that had appeared. ​

Come 8pm the meal service not only all went off without a hitch but the four courses of food were incredibly delicious. Everyone was impressed at the quality of the food with its exceptional flavours and presentation. After dinner we didn’t end up staying too late, as we were planning to be leaving early, plus we had run out of wine. ​

After an overnight at Alencon, where we bumped into the Isle of Wight contingent on their way home, we rode back to Cherbourg in fine weather to catch our ferry back to Poole. We were pleased to learn Siobhán and Akiko also made their ferry to Plymouth on time, also without any mechanical issues. ​

​The organisers Nicky & Fleur had requested all riders, back drivers to attend the Rider briefing dinner held at the Stirling Arms 1852 lounge on evening before the event.
With all comrades duly present they introduced all the Teams, and Riders as laid out in the starting line not less than 12 hours away presenting them with leg shield banners and commemorative tee shirts.
The usual banter amongst the riders all present went down well along with meeting new friends and shaking hands will the acquainted from last year, after dinner most of the participant’s made there way home in in anticipation what lies ahead at the first flush of morning.

Day One:
The day had finally arrived for the beginning of Millie event in Perth Western Australia on 1st November 2023 ,with riders coming from overseas by scooter and the hardened Millie attendees along with first times riders making their way to the start line at the early hour of 5.00 am outside the Stirling Arms Hostelry The atmosphere was subdued but you could hear and smell the excitement building up for the start time as the teams where still tinkering last minute and warming their work horses up . 

With Nicky and Fleur giving the 35 riders and all concerned there last minute  briefing the stage was set for all the teams to make it safely and to enjoy the 580k demanding first day ride to Dalwallinu .The first teams Road To Nowhere / Terry Tortoise approached the start line ready for the chequered to be dropped on the stroke of 5.30 am ,buy this stage the air was filled with two stoke fumes
and noise that now had awoken the locals.
With each team setting of at one-minute intervals the field was away and slowly making its way up into the Kalamunda hills the packs of riders had now come to the first task of the day the cider house to check in, as the teams took their customary photos you could sense a good vibe and enjoyment amongst the riders. 

After the first stop it was back into action and down the hill to the highway through Byford and then a beautiful climb up to Jarrahdale then onto the Serpentine Dam 70k in on the route the usual suspects team Bakery and Pies choosing to get breakfast with a customary pie

​Instead of enjoying the views across the dam as this was the next task. The tranquillity and peace didn’t’ last long as the streams of scooterist eager to move on broke the silence beautiful while it lasted.

​From this point onwards the field stretched out a little as they proceeded back  down the hill and onto the highway with each rider now fully engaged and ardent on clicking up the kilometres , the majority eventually needed to stop and refuel at North Dandulup .More pies and coffee where consumed and each team eventually leaving and turning back into the hill towards Dwellingup and breezing through the shaded canopies of the state forest onto Boddington approximately 200k from the start .
Unfortunately it wasn’t long before the first scooter casualties were spotted along the route, with rather embarrassing wave or a thumbs up, feeling you were leaving a fallen comrade, but you knew help wouldn’t be far away with the temperatures now rising the usual holed pistons, heat seizures ,and whatever ageing symptoms our beloveds machines get up to where beginning to mount up with the hapless victims sending for help . With the efficient and well experienced to these situations of recovery Terry or Phill would be on the way with their chariots and get these guy’s home.

With task three on the horizon there was a scooter gathering on the moon in Brookton well that is what it resembled being stood next to rocket upright on this barren landscape, with a well-deserved rest and a fuel stop and a memorable photo it was back in the saddle heading northwards York bound.
 
Riding into York and as expected there was multitude of scooters that had invaded lining the main street ,from guys having their double dose of pies rather than a Caesar salad at the Imperial Homestead ,at this stage on day one 350k had been struck of the 580k .After a well-deserved lunch the riders began to drift of and making their way towards  Northam and then Toodyay ,at this stage I honestly think most of us was thinking about the pint at the Dalwallinu Hotel in front of the clock, but there was another task ahead in Toodyay.

Extremely easy to spot the red shop at the end of the street where all the noise is coming from as riders came and went after completing the photo shoot another one down. Homeward bound.
Heading along the wide-open countryside towards Goolmalling in the wheatbelt on the last leg of day one the temperature had risen to the high thirties, and it wasn’t long before more heat seizes an breakdowns littered the route, a quick stop to ask if help was on the way. The thumbs up and a smile gave comfort that they where fine and see you in the pub, through Goolmalling towards Wonga Hills fuel stop the last on route so it was paramount a full tank for the last 100k to the finish for the riders.
Up to this time on day one we had only experienced some break downs, sore arses, aching backs, good camaraderie, and a pair of gloves nearly left behind at the Northam fuel stop along the way. It was now essential we get everyone home safe before the sun went down. From experience the last stretch of road was wearying, fatiguing, surrounded by salt lakes and open space to the horizon.
Know doubt every rider, pillion, back up drivers inclusive of the guys regrettably who didn’t make it on two wheels had their spirits lifted  when they where greeted with cheers and applause when arriving at the Dalwallinu Hotel one last thing to do was  get to that bar forget the clock until you raised a glass All For One And One For All.
The self-satisfaction and achievement made you feel great inside disguising you were really bloody knackered. 580k Accomplished.
 
The troops with everyone now present and accounted for regrouped for evening dinner at the Dalwallinu Hotel, along with discussions of the day’s events in detail between the sinking of more pints making up for lost fluids during the hot exhausting day. As the evening past on the riders slowly drifted
off to the Old Convent Accommodation for a well earnt rest and dreaming and praying for good luck on day two for sure.

Being awoken with the sound of popping scooters and the riders making final adjustments ready for the start time of 7.00am in the layby back in Dalwallinu

After the congregation had finished breakfast and discussing today’s tasks the riders made there way to the start line. Everyone had rested up and where full of energy and raring to go after the morning briefing.

At the stroke of 7am the riders with the same order as the day before where away, with solo riders having lost their team member unfortunately with mechanical failure tagged along with the others. The last remaining guys left the start line, and their aspiration can we make it back to Guilford.
With some of the riders stopping at the Milling fuel stop as it was 100k from there to Wongan Hills the drama started when the attendant couldn’t get the pumps to work, now there was 10 scooters riders thinking game over but alas a miracle occurred, the pay and go machine came to life with a sigh of relief from everyone they were back into it , moving on to the first task of the  day .Arriving at the T junction and literally seeing scooters in everywhere and riders awaiting calmly for their turn to snap away at the sign
With this completed there was a procession of riders sweeping through the rather uneven surfaces making their way back to the main highway, along this stretch of road we regrettably had another scooter succumbed to the hot conditions, the rest well there turned east heading back towards Wonga Hills riding some great sweeping roads with a head wind most of the way keeping the riders cool, another task was upon us at the Mount O’Brian lookout.

Some choose to ride to the top and admire the scenery while others a quick check in and ride into Wonga Hills for fuel and the first break of the day.
 
With the teams now fuelled up and the more frequent sight of the riders tinkering with the machines and begging them to restart again, with everybody up and running it was across the countryside heading back west towards Brant Hwy with the wind on our backs the scooters where going fantastic as we clicked up the K it wasn’t without drama when half way across this road turned into what resembled a desert storm .With riders having to wait to be escorted through the road works along this dry and dusty red section , eventually everyone made it through keeping upright, with the helmets and air filters keeping the dust out . The teams regrouped and it was back on track again.

With around half the kilometre’s now eaten up on day two sadly the scooter broke club was beginning to mount up and already Phills trailer was full, with the riders out but not down they rallied with each other to make the most of the event encouraging their team mates to get the job done and get home safely. With Terry already heading back to Perth with his casualties and their owners its becoming a busy day for these guys. For the others it was do what you can to get it going Jimmy, for some it was just the odd nut and washer rattling of or a kickstart, Robert or half a rack Andy.
 
The riders still in the event then headed for Gingin where there was a task in finding the local church and where united in prayer that they were still in the Millie with everyone completing this they took advantage of well-earned lunch break at the local eateries.
 
With approximately 110 k to the finish line the weary sole survivors climbed back in the saddle and it was one last push through the beautiful scenery of the Chittering Hills and downhill all the way back to Guilford passing by the final task of the event in finding what resembled an air raid shelter but was actually a place of worship with everyone finally finding it they did the customary picture for the memories uploaded and moved on .

With the remaining exhausted scooterist definitely on the home stretch now ,the first riders where eventually starting to reach the finish line at the clock tower in Guilford with the sense of relief and joy they had completed the days riding ,for the others unfortunately who never completed the two days riding there was still a sense we give it a go and enjoyed it while it lasted , with everyone arriving back safely to Guilford it was over to the Stirling Arms for a well-earned pints  

The presentation dinner was to be held at the Rose and Crown Restaurant on the Friday evening, so with everyone now rested up it was the chance for everyone to come together for a last soiree. With everyone in a high exuberant mood the stories and laughter began to ring out amongst the riders who had been drawn together for the event.
 
The time in the evening had arrived for the presentation to begin and the riders who showed their qualities where to be honoured and congratulated.

Brant had best photo prize shot.  ​

Final award for the evening to be presented was for the overall winner of the 2023 Millie and this went to Rolf who rode fantastic over two days, Rolf has also competed in every Millie event since it started so it seemed fittingly right that he collected this year’s award. Congratulations Rolf.

Rolf along with Sean and Chris where also recognised for their attendance’s in competing in the Millies over the last ten years definite stalwarts to the event. Well done guys great determination.
Fleur and Nicky showed their gratitude and appreciation to all the riders attending and to the backup drivers for their support over the event.

After the presentation had ended there was time to reflect over a beer or two to what had been achieved over the last two days in tough conditions at times not only for the riders, but all concerned. The camaraderie shown amongst everyone from start to finish, it was great to see and i believe this made us all winners in our own way.

With saying our farewells to each other and hopefully see you all next year in Mooloolaba QLD 2024 brought the event to close. ​