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Shepparton Pussy Cats

A bunch of wannabees, couldabeens, rogues and local sporting legends of yesteryear who are the self appointed B-graders of the Shepp cycling scene. Go hard, but don't take yourself too seriously, or you'll cop a spray from Burlsey, Sully or Walks.

Location: Shepparton
Members: 83
Latest Activity: 17 hours ago

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Cats Away 2013

Started by Ranso.. Last reply by simon robertson May 20. 7 Replies

Sac back, or Grumpy's bag

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Comment by david paton on January 30, 2012 at 11:06am
Anybody know who the cyclist hit on verney road Saturday morning. Bloody hit and run....find the driver and instead of an old fashioned stoning let's have a pumping.
Comment by cam walker on January 28, 2012 at 5:08pm

what time u want to go mate early i recon

Comment by Grumpy on January 28, 2012 at 1:05pm
What time Cam, I'll come.Meeting where and what time?
Comment by cam walker on January 28, 2012 at 12:24pm

Am heading over to VTown  for a tap around in the hills in the morning anyone keen let me know

Comment by Paul O'Dwyer on January 27, 2012 at 4:08pm

GV VETS racing Sunday,Dookie,9am start.

Only little Mountain roads Matho and no precipices or Dead Man's Creek to contend with

Resplendent cycling clothes welcome,but no mankinis please!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Comment by simon robertson on January 27, 2012 at 3:22pm

you old english teacher from norf tec would of got a kick out your interest in Aust poetry too. "not a lost cause after all ah Mathieson! "

Comment by David Stradling on January 27, 2012 at 3:14pm

Your spelling has improved Matho !

Comment by jon mathieson on January 27, 2012 at 3:06pm

MULGA BILL'S BICYCLE by A.B. "Banjo" Paterson
'Twas Mulga Bill, from Eaglehawk, that caught the cycling craze;
He turned away the good old horse that served him many days;
He dressed himself in cycling clothes, resplendent to be seen;
He hurried off to town and bought a shining new machine;
And as he wheeled it through the door, with air of lordly pride,
The grinning shop assistant said, "Excuse me, can you ride?"

"See here, young man," said Mulga Bill, "from Walgett to the sea,
From Conroy's Gap to Castlereagh, there's none can ride like me.
I'm good all round at everything as everybody knows,
Although I'm not the one to talk - I hate a man that blows.
But riding is my special gift, my chiefest, sole delight;
Just ask a wild duck can it swim, a wildcat can it fight.
There's nothing clothed in hair or hide, or built of flesh or steel,
There's nothing walks or jumps, or runs, on axle, hoof, or wheel,
But what I'll sit, while hide will hold and girths and straps are tight:
I'll ride this here two-wheeled concern right straight away at sight."

'Twas Mulga Bill, from Eaglehawk, that sought his own abode,
That perched above Dead Man's Creek, beside the mountain road.
He turned the cycle down the hill and mounted for the fray,
But 'ere he'd gone a dozen yards it bolted clean away.
It left the track, and through the trees, just like a silver steak,
It whistled down the awful slope towards the Dead Man's Creek.

It shaved a stump by half an inch, it dodged a big white-box:
The very wallaroos in fright went scrambling up the rocks,
The wombats hiding in their caves dug deeper underground,
As Mulga Bill, as white as chalk, sat tight to every bound.
It struck a stone and gave a spring that cleared a fallen tree,
It raced beside a precipice as close as close could be;
And then as Mulga Bill let out one last despairing shriek
It made a leap of twenty feet into the Dean Man's Creek.

'Twas Mulga Bill, from Eaglehawk, that slowly swam ashore:
He said, "I've had some narrer shaves and lively rides before;
I've rode a wild bull round a yard to win a five-pound bet,
But this was the most awful ride that I've encountered yet.
I'll give that two-wheeled outlaw best; it's shaken all my nerve
To feel it whistle through the air and plunge and buck and swerve.
It's safe at rest in Dead Man's Creek, we'll leave it lying still;
A horse's back is good enough henceforth for Mulga Bill."
The Sydney Mail, 25 July 1896.

Comment by jon mathieson on January 27, 2012 at 10:01am

Big thanks to KREMMOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRR for makin the efort to cum down yesterday hope you all said gday.

BIG THANKS to all that supported the club and scotty's yesterday hope you all had a great day..

Quote of the morning  Simon........... " I wondered who's wife she was cause she was a bit ugly"

In actual fact she is simon's float girls in the parade from Sydney, The more you drink the preetyer she gets !!!!!!!  thanks Simon

 

Comment by jon mathieson on January 27, 2012 at 9:52am

RONNY you let 51 catch the supacats WTF!!!!!!!!!  did you leave late?  whats goin on with the EGG he recons SC's have give him the ass?????

 

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