When I joined this Club, I knew Iwas going to meet some great characters. I knew that my passion for Dubs would be satiated by the thousands of questions that could be answered by the interminable wealth of knowledge held by Flat Four. What I did not know is how much I hate the game of football, and how the Club would bring this loathing of contact sport to bare.

It all started innocently enough, the 9.00am meeting at Narellan McDonalds gave us time to soak in the morning rays and fumes as the local hot rod club were also out for a cruise. With the largest car count I'd seen on a Club trip (the best things in life are free) I knew it was going to be a great day out.

The leisurely cruise too was great; the convoy of Bugs and Buses making traffic and pedestrians alike stop and stare as we trundled through town. Although our presence was not so much fun for one 6 year old boy, who copped a beating for every Bug that passed him by from his older brother (Punch Buggy!). The convoy was barely interrupted by traffic, so our long line of mobile memorabilia was quite the monster by the time we arrived at our destination, Cataract Dam.

All was well. The barbeque was sizzling, manned by yours truly and accompanied by Trevor (kiss the chef... go on he won't bite hard!) and sausages were truly delightful, although no one wanted the suprise sausage... I wonder why... Throw some beautiful salads into the equation and our picnic lunch couldn't have been better. The tether ball was set up and much fun was had by both young and old, whilst the kids enjoyed the midgets volleyball net for quite some time. Other people having their lunch at the Dam were intrigued by our lovely assortment of old and new Dubs, and many an inquisitve camper took a closer look. It's always good to see outside interest in our hobby, and to know that the hard work put into our cars is well justified by the second glances and smiles of onlookers.

You may remember me telling you about my loathing for football, and this is where it comes into the occasion. After our lovely lunch (compliments to the chef) and sitting down, relaxing with a drink and good conversation, we were approached by the kids for a game of football. I don't know what was going through our minds when Dave and I agreed to football against the kids, but I'm sure it didn't pan out as it should have. The play of the day award goes to Trevor, who after scoring a spectacular try decided to stop himself from sliding by headbutting the fence! After staggering around wandering where he was (did he know in the first place??) he was blood binned due to cuts on his lip and forehead. On ya Trev, you made us all laugh! Several tries, some hard tackles and a misguided scoring attempt later, it was time to limp off the field for more talk, and ice packs.

After another round of softdrink and bragging about our war (football) injuries it was just about time to head home, and so we all hopped back into our cars, full of sausage meat and softdrink, and covered in scrapes and bruises, and headed on home. A great day all in all and I certainly can't wait until the next one. Of course every story has a moral and the moral to this story is...
... I still hate football.

Until Next Time!