Well Readers, this is the final blog from this Blogger and from the Tribe. We are all safely at home after riding over 3000 miles and enjoying the odyssey of a lifetime.
We left our final hotel The Quality Inn – Slough on Sunday morning on the 8.30am shuttle to Heathrow to catch our BA7318 flight home. We waved a sad but satisfied farewell to Frank H, Ron and Sharon and Peter who were spending a few extra days in the big smoke. Dougal, Daniel, Chris, Phil P and Heath had left us earlier in the tour as well as Steve and Dave going back to Ol’ Sydney Town just before we went onto our continental hunt. Mick and Sue had got up at sparrows’ on Sunday morning, caught the 4.30am!!!!!!!!!!shuttleto catch their early flight and had headed off to the States (US that is) for a few days.
Check in and final Duty Free shopping and on to the flight via Hong Kong and then landing in windy, rainy but wonderful Melbourne and HOME.
As promised, here is the final verse of Dorothy’s Ode to the Tour sung in full voice by all at our final dinner on Saturday night.
Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed our fun, fun, fun vacation. See you on the road as soon as our bikes get back.
Sung to the tune of “Running Bear”
On the plains and heath of England
Back on common ground.
Sailing past Captain Cook’s Home
Many Castles Bound,
Super Man had a Boob Job
Man Keeny had a Wax!
Ladettes dressed up in costume
Showing off their Cracks!
(REFRAIN)
IMCA LOVES RIDIN’ INDIANS
WITH A LOVE AS BIG AS THE SKY
IMCA LOVES RIDIN’ INDIANS
AND THEY WILL UNTIL THEY DIE
Crazy Horse and Whiskey Woman
Were dancin’ with a Pole
As the Tribe watched the antics
From the avalon Watering Hole!
In a Heart Beat the Chiefs were moving
Through the Roman Walls of York
Another Pint, Another Carvery
Lots of Gravy, But Little Pork!
(REFRAIN)
IMCA LOVES RIDIN’ INDIANS
WITH A LOVE AS BIG AS THE SKY
IMCA LOVES RIDIN’ INDIANS
AND THEY WILL UNTIL THEY DIE
Off in Belgium at the seaside
Riding on the right
In a Bunker with the Flemish
A sad and lonely site.
Many Warriors from Down Under
Had fought here and had died
When remembered at Last Post
All the Pony Soldiers Cried!
(REFRAIN)
IMCA LOVES RIDIN’ INDIANS
WITH A LOVE AS BIG AS THE SKY
IMCA LOVES RIDIN’ INDIANS
AND THEY WILL UNTIL THEY DIE
On To Bruge with it’s Canals
And its Chocolates and its Lace.
The Biker’s Loft without Elvis
Was not a friendly place.
Broken Rib Squaw threw her hip out
And Roaring Tent got lost.
The Whompum and the Firewater
Were at a very heavy Cost!
(REFRAIN)
IMCA LOVES RIDIN’ INDIANS
WITH A LOVE AS BIG AS THE SKY
IMCA LOVES RIDIN’ INDIANS
AND THEY WILL UNTIL THEY DIE
No more Brettland, no more Scotland
No more Ireland to see,
The Tribe had rode together
From sea to shining sea!
Chiefs and Braves and their Squaws
Blood Brothers and Sisters had become.
Aussie Indians from now on,
WILL ALWAYS RIDE AS ONE!
(REFRAIN)
IMCA LOVES RIDIN’ INDIANS
WITH A LOVE AS BIG AS THE SKY
IMCA LOVES RIDIN’ INDIANS
AND THEY WILL UNTIL THEY DIE
We left our final hotel The Quality Inn – Slough on Sunday morning on the 8.30am shuttle to Heathrow to catch our BA7318 flight home. We waved a sad but satisfied farewell to Frank H, Ron and Sharon and Peter who were spending a few extra days in the big smoke. Dougal, Daniel, Chris, Phil P and Heath had left us earlier in the tour as well as Steve and Dave going back to Ol’ Sydney Town just before we went onto our continental hunt. Mick and Sue had got up at sparrows’ on Sunday morning, caught the 4.30am!!!!!!!!!!shuttleto catch their early flight and had headed off to the States (US that is) for a few days.
Check in and final Duty Free shopping and on to the flight via Hong Kong and then landing in windy, rainy but wonderful Melbourne and HOME.As promised, here is the final verse of Dorothy’s Ode to the Tour sung in full voice by all at our final dinner on Saturday night.
Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed our fun, fun, fun vacation. See you on the road as soon as our bikes get back.
Sung to the tune of “Running Bear”
On the plains and heath of England
Back on common ground.
Sailing past Captain Cook’s Home
Many Castles Bound,
Super Man had a Boob Job
Man Keeny had a Wax!
Ladettes dressed up in costume
Showing off their Cracks!
(REFRAIN)
IMCA LOVES RIDIN’ INDIANS
WITH A LOVE AS BIG AS THE SKY
IMCA LOVES RIDIN’ INDIANS
AND THEY WILL UNTIL THEY DIE
Crazy Horse and Whiskey Woman
Were dancin’ with a Pole
As the Tribe watched the antics
From the avalon Watering Hole!
In a Heart Beat the Chiefs were moving
Through the Roman Walls of York
Another Pint, Another Carvery
Lots of Gravy, But Little Pork!
(REFRAIN)
IMCA LOVES RIDIN’ INDIANS
WITH A LOVE AS BIG AS THE SKY
IMCA LOVES RIDIN’ INDIANS
AND THEY WILL UNTIL THEY DIE
Off in Belgium at the seaside
Riding on the right
In a Bunker with the Flemish
A sad and lonely site.
Many Warriors from Down Under
Had fought here and had died
When remembered at Last Post
All the Pony Soldiers Cried!
(REFRAIN)
IMCA LOVES RIDIN’ INDIANS
WITH A LOVE AS BIG AS THE SKY
IMCA LOVES RIDIN’ INDIANS
AND THEY WILL UNTIL THEY DIE
On To Bruge with it’s Canals
And its Chocolates and its Lace.
The Biker’s Loft without Elvis
Was not a friendly place.
Broken Rib Squaw threw her hip out
And Roaring Tent got lost.
The Whompum and the Firewater
Were at a very heavy Cost!
(REFRAIN)
IMCA LOVES RIDIN’ INDIANS
WITH A LOVE AS BIG AS THE SKY
IMCA LOVES RIDIN’ INDIANS
AND THEY WILL UNTIL THEY DIE
No more Brettland, no more Scotland
No more Ireland to see,
The Tribe had rode together
From sea to shining sea!
Chiefs and Braves and their Squaws
Blood Brothers and Sisters had become.
Aussie Indians from now on,
WILL ALWAYS RIDE AS ONE!
(REFRAIN)
IMCA LOVES RIDIN’ INDIANS
WITH A LOVE AS BIG AS THE SKY
IMCA LOVES RIDIN’ INDIANS
AND THEY WILL UNTIL THEY DIE
