Flip's Tit Bits -Canowindra 26 August 2007

Present, aiding and abetting:
Peter Arday - XVZ L300 something F. (F is for fearless leader)
Brian Agius - ST1100
John G - Kwaka 1600
Garry McCurley - VFR800
Chas Towie - G7R100
Mark Delf - Yamaha T-Max
Andrew Campbell - GL1800
Mark and Cathy Walker - VN1500
Nick and Terese Hicks - M109R
Flip - The lovely 750 Virago
Norm McLachlan - BMW R1100GS
Andrew Woodman FZ1
Gordon White - HYO GT650S
Suzy Ansley - BMW R1150R
David Ansley - Triumph Speedmaster
Robert Crick - BMW F800ST
David McIlroy - Sprint ST1050
Terry Fenton - Blackbird
And someone who 'forgot' to put his name on the list - Trevor McCleod,

The explanation

Darlings … the efforts to which I go to amuse and inform you knows no bounds!!!
When I got home at the end of the ride to Canowindra, despite my exhaustion from looking so pretty on my lovely 750 Virago all day, I sat down and wrote the best part of a really fantastic ride report. In fact, I had managed 1,500 words and I hadn't even got up to our arrival in Cowanindra! 

I was really pleased with that report - I thought I'd been particularly eloquent - describing the beautiful scenery and capturing all the witty things that every one had to say. I even went as far as to describe the way the lovely 750 Virago just hummed along the roads. 

But alas, tragedy!! I went to complete it a few days later, only to discover that it had somehow disappeared from my computer. Now I know it couldn't have been my own doing because I ALWAYS save documents that I am working on. Too many experiences with documents lost by the Public Service's IT system have taught me that. So, it's gone I don't know where, and having searched every possible file, and not having an IT Rover I could call on, you are going to get what I remember a week later.

The Ride Report

The weather was good.
Lots of people turned up.

The CPU[1] gave us our commands
We rode out on the Barton Highway.
Turned off towards Boorowa.
Stopped for a byte at the Top Café in Boorowa.
The server failed us
The coffee crashed.
Went through Frogmore and Woodstock.
Peter Arday and his Venture took swimming lessons in 20 cm of water. There must have been a bug in the system. He hit the reset switch[2]
John G was so shocked to see this he put his bike down out of sympathy.
Most of us got to Canowindra together.
We got fragmented and some people were dumped.
Those people were with tail end Charlie and his amazing GPS which appears to have a will of its own – like Microsoft products. (I often wonder why those GPSs don’t work …do they have a spell checker?)
Those people did a search and found us eventually. I think we need to switch users.
Most of us downloaded at the pub. 
Server was average.
Food was good.
We rebooted along the information highway (the icon was on her lovely 750 Virago).
Gary McC had his usual ice cream in Yass
I wrote a wonderful document.
The computer lost the wonderful document.

I wrote it again from my RAM[3].
And then turned off and shut down.