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“I didn’t know the guy but I knew his Maidenwell” - Maidenwell trip report, Sunday 16 August 2020

posted Aug 17, 2020, 9:21 PM by Kerry Milner   [ updated Aug 17, 2020, 9:51 PM ]

For those of you church goers and lazy sleeper-innerers, here is what you missed!

Last Sunday was a great day for driving – it dawned crisp, cool and sunny and only got better. Four humans in three cars rendezvoused at the Fernvale café bakery for coffee and faux lamingtons (it’s not a lamington without jam in it Mister Baker!). Messrs Blythe and Christy in the Volkswagen GT3 RS, Jake Gulliver (fresh from his travels with brother Elwood) in an orange Super 7 clone, and me, author, organiser and alt rock fan in the Datsun GTR. Travelling via Esk and Crow’s Nest we experienced some of the finest asphalt that there is between Esk and Maidenwell, one of all two possible vaguely direct routes. A minor hiccup occurred when Jake’s contrivance ran out of benzene, spluttering to a halt in front of a useless bowser in Hampton. While a kindly shopkeeper fetched 5 litres of fuel for Jake he checked for tank level with his sophisticated grooved measuring stick. Some people will go to extreme lengths to celebrate technology of yesteryear. Eventually all three resumed the journey and made it to fair Maidenwell.

At Maidenwell we joined with Geoff and Kerry, and John and Annie, at the pub. The food was tasty enough and wine, cider and beer suitably cold and refreshing, just like the climate in Maidenwell this time of year. The conversation was lively as David Christy gave us his best (unwitting) Donald Trump impersonation, challenging the rest of us to believe his fake news about COVID-19 and many other things including Piltdown Man and Christy Man, the latter also found in a Pleistocene gravel bed, only not a fake like the former. Normal people also spoke and had a good time over lunch.

The attached photos provide proof of the existence of Super 7 clones and hardy humans that will make it as far as Maidenwell.

Later Messrs Christy and Blythe and the Turners made the 2km detour to visit Coomba Falls and waterhole. Reportedly over the years a number of ‘dingbats’ have met their maker following unsuccessful anti-gravity experiments from the high rocks under the affluence of incohol. They polluted the rock pool but helped improve the gene pool.

Eventually everyone made it back to their homes alive and with memories of an enjoyable day trip and a tasty meal and drink under their belts.

Thanks to Kerry for the idea for the run.

 

Rob Preslmaier

Event Organiser, Coordinator and Article Writer 

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