Moke convoys rolled out of Devonport, in the Northwest of Tasmania, and
Launceston, in the North, like a well coordinated military advance. The
convoy rolled out from Hobart, in the south, like a mob of very old and
confused sheep. Everyone was keen to reach Campbell Town in the
midlands.
The Northern convoys joined together along the way and with a
short stop to unload Shane's bright green treasure, arrived at the
agreed meeting place at the expected time. The southern convoy, after a
short stop to fix the brakes of someone who'd rather not be mentioned, a
futile wait for James, who'd broken a piston and gone home for another
Moke, and a leisurely pit-stop along the way, rolled in a mere hour
late.
Eventually Twelve Mokes, and Two Minis plus a number of mokeless
enthusiasts gathered at the picnic spot by the river for a few sausages
and a yarn about Mokes. The weather had held, which was a relief to
Shane and David, who went topless. About three o'clock it was time for a
convoy through Campbell Town, for a photo session.
Unfortunately the darkening skys had scared David off, so he missed the official photo (which was taken in glorious full sun). All that was left was for the
convoys to head back home.
Thanks everyone for the great turnout and helping to make the day a
success. Quote of the day comes from James, who's second Moke for the
day overheated, ran out of petrol and eventually arrived 3 hours late.
"You'd cut your right arm off to be here". It sums the day up nicely!
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