Bikies,dividing lines and turtles.

On a recent breaking in trip with our new slide on camper Di and I were driving south into Tamworth NSW. The listed speed limit was 70kmh and traffic was flowing at a smooth 60kph.Traffic flow in both directions was constant and unbroken. Between us were unbroken double white lines.

Out of the rear came quite suddenly three Harley riders in single file riding the double whites and overtaking all. I decided there was nothing I could do except hold my line of travel. No sense in exacerbating the situation.

The first two riders came past with a roar their arms and legs sticking straight out like tuning forks .
Its been forty seven years since I fell off a bike and never got back on so if any member who rides bikes is reading this..can you explain how a bike is ridden like this. They look like they just fell off a cliff :).

Anyway the third one came thru looking tough with his open face helmet and wrap arounds but he just did not look as confident... and sure as eggs just as he came alongside he was buffeted by a heavy rigid coming opposite.
It was then when he was right beside me that I looked at him and thought, well, whatever happens now it was your choice .
But he impressed me by maintaining what can only be described as a" faux cool" look behind those sunnies but his eyes must have been popping.I honestly thought then that he would be doing a thorough and final underneath inspection of my LC ute or some other unlucky drivers vehicle.

The bike got the wobbles and it seemed to take an eternity before he finally got control and went on.
The three riders were from a well known bikie gang and must have been in a hurry to get to their "social club". I wont name their gang which is reckoned by those in authority to be criminal, not for fear of reprisal but because my 65 year old mate belongs to a bikie gang but he reckons his gang is just disgraceful not criminal.

All this time the Missus said nothing. Two hours later still heading south we came across a turtle/tortoise struggling across the highway... Don't hit the poor bloody thing came the command from beside me. Luckily I didnt.

Drinks that night at our peaceful camp was a time of quiet reflection.
Happy travels.
Jim