What did you do to or for or with your Laverda today?

chrisk said:
Robs SFC is being preserved in his lounge room, he will throw some tyres at it before he rides it in anger again, I'm sure.
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You've got it CK. Haven't ridden it in well I can't remember when the last time was but at least 6-8 years. The current tyres were fitted when I was hooning around Sydney and I left NSW in 2006. Now have 3 bikes all in need of tyres.
Last time you rode it Dave it was used often so Tyres would have been nearly fresh. Need to take a trip to Perth with the wheels off the SFC and Motodd for new rubber. Who knows when that will be. Had the take the BM to Dumbleyung a couple of weeks ago cause the Motodd doesn't have tread. We had a good turn out, probable 40 odd guys and gals from the old 70s Duc and BM clubs we use to with back then. Another pissy night it was too.
 
Was that the Black Duck Rally, Rob? Used to get a big turnout in the 70s. I remember doing the little hillclimb on the Lav and a few speedway slides in the dirt!
 
The Black Duck Rally was done and dusted in the mid 90s. Last time I went the Gypsy Jokers turned up with their attitude and sort of fucked the whole scene. They beat up the God Squad club tearing their Christian patches off their jackets.  :D
It really was a great rally and lasted many years. Also the site had been decimated from all the years it was held there. Still remember the naked bodies on skis being tow behind a sidecar around the rally site and the porno movies on a big white sheet strung between a couple of trees with a running commentary from Loose Bruce with a loud haler. The bull ring was always in action. Now we have an annual w/e run to the pub in town.
It's a lovely old pub. You'd probably know a few of those crew from the 70s Quentin.
Pictures from last year when I took the Motodd.

20190907_161946 by Rob Berryman, on Flickr

20190907_161923 by Rob Berryman, on Flickr

Out the back of the pub
20190908_075155 by Rob Berryman, on Flickr
20190908_075202 by Rob Berryman, on Flickr
 
bleeding hell Grant and haggis,

talk about nit pickers, you are right (I suppose) to point out that I had dared to get the bore size of the Dells on my mates R90S incorrect, but for fuck sakes I just stabbed what comes into my head without checking references, I could have just put "Dellorto" and no reference to size, correct me any time I am wrong, without exception, but PERLEASE gents teat me gently ,I am old an senile with built in level 3 Dyslexia

CLEM
 
Me too Clem. My only Jypsy Joker story comes from the last free Double J, government radio station, consert at Parramatta Park. Huge crowd turned up including half a dozen or more patched clubs, some I had never heard off before, Mobshitters for instance. Hot day with plenty of drinking and suprise suprise massify brawl erupts between the clubs in and amonst this crowd.Proably a 100 blokes doing INSANE violence to each other including braking longneck beer bottles on heads and full blown kicking of said heads with steel capped boots. How noone was beated to death I have no idea.Absolute brain dead actvitly. I had seen some out there stuff on The Mountain at Bathurst but this was way byond that.
 
Gypsy Jokers story #3.  They turned up at a pizza place that my sister was managing one night in the late 70s. She was friendly to them and told them that her boyfriend raced Laverdas and that I worked at Parry Motorcycles.  They ordered their pizzas and other stuff and stayed until staff had gone and only my sister was there.  Then said they couldn?t pay the bill.  She locked the doors and gave them the option of doing the dishes and cleaning the joint or she would call the Police.  They paid their bill and left her two of their calling cards - one for her, one for me, in case we ever needed their help sorting out a problem.  Always remember their motto on the card - ?As you are, I once was.  As I am, you will be?.  Never had to call them, but I did have to call on Jock Ross from the Comancheros when one of his wannabe associates stole my bike and crashed it.  The bloke got a flogging and my bike was repaired courtesy of Jock.  Nice..

Better still, I was an extra in a movie later on, and got to go down on the bloke?s sister who was a stripper up at Kings Cross, in a bikie porn show scene - that was a lovely and quite tasty revenge.

Yogi
 
At the tender age of 56, I wish my memory was half as good as yours Clem, I would be chuffed to bits.  :)  You regularly come out with stuff that amazes me.

I just happened to own (50% of) a R90S last year. I rebuilt the carbs so the size was already on the tip of my tongue.

I tried hard to like the R90S, as I had the opportunity to buy all of it. I quite liked the idea of a Jota and an R90S in the garage - a 70s dream bike love-fest. But I couldn't gel with it. I was quite disappointed really. I do have an '79 RT (the one with the huge (but badly performing) barn door fairing) and that is nicer to ride I feel. I'm not a BMW guy I suppose. The phrase 'Dayglo Derek' always made me chuckle.

Yours, in affectionate pedantry, Hag.
 
Great stories Vince and Yogi, and Hag, Im not surprised you didn't gel with the R90s.
After I got my 3c, mine felt like I was riding grandmas rocking chair.
cant believe they were successful with that bike..
 
Was on a ride on the Putty with Dan Fahey on our Lavs while the Milperra Massacre was going down. Didn't know anything about it until I got home and bloody glad we weren't targeted by some moron in a tin top. Knew a bloke who was the Sargent at Arms of the Finks in a previous life, he and his wife went into hiding for a couple of weeks after the event.
 
I had a 1964 Bonnie at the time and a mate had a 1962 Bonnie. I was reading the Trading Post and saw that there was going to be a swop meet the following weekend at some pub so we decided to go in my ute to see what was for sale. So I pick him up and we head there, we arrive at the suburb and start looking for this pub and cannot find it. We then start looking for some place that might have a week old copy of The Trading Post and that fails. I then asked some randum Harley rider if he knows where this swop meet is on and that also fails. By now its late so we head home. I walk in to see this nightmare unfold on the live TV reports. I had stuffed up the suburb and had been driving around Hurstville instead of Milpera, missed it by 30ks and 7 dead bodys.We lucked out bigtime on that one.
 
Didn't the Ulysses club have a run-in with the Mongrel Mob south of Perth years ago, something about colouring in the 'Old Man' logo worn on the back of some of the member's jackets, apparently considered to be colours by the 1% mob. I know that members of the Ulysses clubs hare warned about the do's and don'ts around patched clubs.
 
The last time I heard about that form of stupidity was in Canberra, apparently the Rebels didn't like The Veitam Vetrons Bike club wearing something called rockers on there back. Beatings was the result, your average Veitam Vetron would be at least 65 years old. What any of this has to do with riding a bike I have no idea.
 
Holy shit , are you lot freal , sad as fuck thas has too be 💤💤💤💤💤💤💤💤💤💤💤💤utter 💩💩💩💩💩💩💩and with that im out of here , like a load of old hippos in a ever decreasing pond.
 
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