{"id":2140,"date":"2007-02-01T18:34:33","date_gmt":"2007-02-01T08:34:33","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/bikeme.tv\/?p=2140"},"modified":"2013-10-09T14:48:01","modified_gmt":"2013-10-09T04:48:01","slug":"jam-to-jupiters-4","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/bikeme.tv\/index.php\/jam-to-jupiters-4\/","title":{"rendered":"JAM TO JUPITERS 4"},"content":{"rendered":"

One lone rider braved the New England Highway (on a 250 two-stroke, no less!) and regaled us with equivalent tales of persecution, which was much worse than we could comprehend, given that the 200-odd cops on the New England only had him to play with.<\/p>\n

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The man who did the New England alone<\/p><\/div>\n

Many were the stories of that night — police with chafing erections roamed free, and shit was happening, at speed, along those highways after midnight.<\/p>\n

Two blokes didn’t finish. One shredded his tyre before Newcastle and retired gracefully. One filled his pants with the kaka of fear after being hunted like a dog by the cops, and hid himself in a sleazy motel near Taree.<\/p>\n

But I don’t think I was ever more relieved to see Jupiter’s colossal casino rearing up before me on that November morning. It even gave me a slight fat I think, but that could have been just ‘cos I badly wanted to wee. You get like that after being subjected to more than\u00a0twelve hours of the most odious police harassment in the history of history.<\/p>\n

Now I could finally have wee and shed the unmarked red XR8 that had dogged my back wheel since Murwillumbah.<\/p>\n

I pulled into the car park, fell to the ground as I got off my bike, and was greeted with a ragged, though hearty cheer. I was the twelfth rider to arrive.<\/p>\n

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The eagle has landed… on his arse<\/p><\/div>\n

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The man and the motorcycle who did it — Hronya pola, re!<\/p><\/div>\n

\u00a0The 50 participants had been stopped a total of 297 times, with myself scoring 10 stops, four speeding tickets and one overtake on double yellows. My licence was something I had yesterday when I left Sydney.<\/p>\n

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Suzuki just don’t build them like this any more<\/p><\/div>\n

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The Hezbollah Express could soak up sunlight<\/p><\/div>\n

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It was a happy time outside Jupiter’s. No-one was dead.<\/p><\/div>\n

The winner was the Greek guy on the Fireblade. His time, given the circumstances, was an astonishing 11:42. I was 40 minutes behind him.<\/p>\n

That night, when the Jammers had assembled at a nudie bar called Santa Fe Gold for the prize-giving and babe-ogling, I reflected on what I had done and made these people do. I had trouble believing it, but I only had to look around at the beaming smiles and backslapping and shouting going on and I knew I had done something very special — as had every single Jammer there. They had every right to be proud of their achievement.<\/p>\n

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Facing the camera, left to right — the priest, my good mate Greg and me — and there’s only a little rum in the cup. Honest.<\/p><\/div>\n

Me? Well, I’d blown several thousand dollars of my money in prizes and traffic fines and over the next few months would be involved in a series of court battles and letter-writing campaigns to the then Police Commissioner, Peter Ryan, which culminated in a meeting with the head of the Highway Patrol, me, my lawyer and the State Ombudsman.<\/p>\n

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Jeff admires T.H.E. and the way it makes his Harley look weak and feminine<\/p><\/div>\n

Nothing ever came of that meeting, which was not surprising.<\/p>\n

What was surprising, was the fact that we did another Jam to Jupiter’s the next year. Only this time, the winning time was seven hours and 23 mins. Not a single police officer attended.<\/p>\n

But that’s a story for another day.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Boris wraps up the story of the Jam to Jupiters<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":2143,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[5],"tags":[9],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/bikeme.tv\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2140"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/bikeme.tv\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/bikeme.tv\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bikeme.tv\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bikeme.tv\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2140"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/bikeme.tv\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2140\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2730,"href":"https:\/\/bikeme.tv\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2140\/revisions\/2730"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bikeme.tv\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/2143"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bikeme.tv\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2140"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bikeme.tv\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2140"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bikeme.tv\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2140"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}