Photographs, January 1999
Taken on the 1999 BV Tasmanian bike ride, and a party afterwards. Unfortunately the photo scanner had a bad habit of putting a green streak across everything. For some reason half of these are in 4x3 rather than APS format (16x9), I guess either I knocked the little button on the camera, or I scanned them incorrectly.
We’re not quite sure where he acquired this backpack.
A Last Supper somewhere along the bike tour.
A fantastic road sign, we just had to stop and get the picture. Left to Right: General Paulus, Walter, Herr Sando, Adrain, Evanovitch and JR. The fuzzy blob below my handlebars is Hannibal the Elephant.
Two young ladies decided to practice hair dressing, and the lads were willing guinea pigs.
More closely resembling a piece of Tasmanian road-kill than a hair-piece, JR reveals the top of his head.
Attempting to look serious and professional while wearing too much bright coloured sun block. L. to R. Joadie, LT, Paulus, Sando, Marie and Adrain.
We stopped to let some real cyclists pass.
Far more important than the race, a picture of my friends watching the race.
Together with a young lady wearing a ballon for a hat.
Adrian and Megan looking like idiots – Adrian also demonstrating the correct use of the bendy balloons.
Mostly at the audacity of whoever stole the balloon hat.
He’s either deep in thought, or about to burst a blood vessel inflating the balloon.
It was known politely as “the large bunch of grapes”, impolitely as “the elephant’s haemarhoids”.
And very proud of it too.
Demonstrating what too many balloons and too much beer can do.
After the ride, a bottle of wine in the park.
Also found in Cataract Gorge Reserve, Launceton.
Chris Sando of the Paddies, is sent a sign from above.
Chris Sando of the Paddies, in a more formal position.
Celebrating the end of the 1999 Tasmanian bike ride.
They’re either dancing or wrestling…
The rest of us were so exciting that she decided to read the paper.
At the house of General Paulus’, otherwise known as “the fishbowl”. Proof that cameras and alcohol do not mix.
He’s looking in the window of “the fishbowl”, Napier street Fitzroy. And the question to ask is what is he doing to bring such a smile to his face?