Third NSW 928 Frenzy - Part Two
As we enter Cooma my eyes are having trouble
adjusting to the 60km zone. You all know the feeling. I felt that I could get out
and WALK faster! The Cooma constabulary has set up a booze bus just out side
the centre of town but the only one to get pulled over was Charles who had to stop for
fuel, the rest of us sail on by and track purposefully onwards to the Adaminaby turnoff.
wave on the rest of the group towards Adaminaby as I wait by the intersection for Charles
to catch up. Last thing I want is a lost lone Shark. In no time I see the front aspect of
a gleaming white S4 streaking towards me. A quick (polite) gesture of the hand and we are
back on track.
What a great piece of road this is! I cant remember the last time I had SO much
fun. Oh! yes I can
it was the other day I
A touch of
light rain has us bringing our speed back a little and the original group is no-where to
be seen. No way now of catching them up we will see them at the Pub.
Charles and I take the twists and turns of the road to full
advantage swapping lead position from time to time. My 16 valve engined shark
the conditions of the damp cool air. Jacky is being a very brave passenger but is starting
to squirm JUST a little. Hmmm maybe a four-point harness for the passenger side is NOT
such a silly idea AFTER all. <grin> Over the next crest we site Adaminaby and now
time for a well earned lunch.
The Adaminaby Pub was a fine choice.
There were some worried looks and laughs all round after a few
of us had ordered the trout only to see a crusty old man carrying a couple of expired fish
towards the kitchen a few moments later. Lunch was enjoyed by all and the conversation was
varied and even included an off the cuff/informal/in-depth analysis with the publican on
the problems they will be experiencing in complying with the upcoming Goods and
Services Tax (GST). I do not envy her at ALL!
Too soon it was time to move on. We quickly decided to take photos of our sharks at Old
Adaminaby Town Lake. Hugo was anxious to leave as he was going straight on to Melbourne to
meet up with his wife that evening
If you have been to the third frenzy
page in the gallery lately and have seen the photos, you know it was a great
I had to laugh at the looks on the faces of the folks who were there for a quiet spot
of fishing/drinking as eight pristine 928s rumbled on to the lakes perimeter and
lined up single file. Then like a busload of frenzied tourists at a Koala Park we all
leaped out of our sharks and proceeded to photograph them from every concievable angle. It
was a funny scene.
We said our good-byes to Hugo and headed off towards our last destination for the day,
Our Sharks now dustier courtesy of the lake dirt tracks. Little did we anticipate just
how dusty our 928's were later to become...