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[hotrod]

Well its that time of year again and only 11 more days till the old guy in the red suit comes sliding down your chimney
Hoping you guys are going ok cos regardless of what you might hear our situatuion aint as good as they crap on about
Anyhow the members of the Central Coast Scooter club NSW Australia send their very best wishes to all the bastard scooter riders in US and hope that you will join us in drinking 2011 out
Ride and stay safe

[Wiley]

Cheers mate! Hope you all have a fun and safe holiday season.

[Aarrogant]

And a Happy Yule to you as well hotrod. May all your scooter dreams come true.

Bloody

[Sinful]

Twas the night before riding, when all through the house
scooters were revving, and Sinful lost her blouse.
The stockings were hung by the exhaust pipe with care,
in hopes that St Bubba soon would be there.

The Bastards were nestled all snug on their scoots,
with memories of 2 stroke making them puke.
And Old on a vintage, and Absolute on his modern,
had just started on a long ride to Auburn.

From behind Supers scooter arose such a clatter,
and Commie shook his head, what the hell was the matter.
Away to the window flew our friend Flash,
Tore open his arm, now we call him Slash.

The moon on the fender of the new-fallen scoot
Foolish rode by to give us a toot.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
came Speedy with sidecar dressed as reindeer.

With a greasy, slow driver, not quite so quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St Slic.
More rapid than Harleys his club members came,
He hooted and hollered, and called them by name!

"Now Naked! Now, Precious! Now, Toad’l and Sassy!
On, Wayward! On, Zany! On Jazzi and Bossy!
"Now Defiant! Now, Sneaky! Now, Elegant and Mac!
On, Demented! On, Conrad! On Right and Sic!

To the top of the Hill, make sure you don’t fall!
Scoot away! Scoot away! Eh… f**k ‘em all!"