So last night we planed a ride to the GOR with plans to head off at 8:00. So this morning i get a phone call at 7.00am and im thinking OMG theres still an hour and they're waking me up already!!! Well it wasnt my mates it was a female cop, which went something like: Coppa: "goodmorning, im constable dowler, do you happen to own a dog" ME: "arrr yeah - brown and white huskie?" Coppa "yes we have her here at Richmond station" Me:"Hang on i just saw her at 1am" Coppa"yeah she caught a train and now shes at richmond station" Me: "oh, ok well ill come get her" Ok I live in chadstone and the closest train station is 1 1/2kms away. Still trying to figure out how she jumped on a train. So after that we're heading down the GOR, fantastic of course... the trip back well my ass is killing! I dont think ive sitten on a straight road for that long. Headed out from lorne after lunch did about 50ks when i thought id stop to have a look at the scenery and for a smoke. So i hop off and open the rear luggage compartment, thats when i said "fk me dead, my rear seats fallen off" like our mayor john so would say "on ya bike" im back tracking when every car i pass flashes their lights, cops???? Well about a kms away hanging of the bike through a corner i realise theres a line of cars parked and people standing around. I immediately thought "OMG hope its not that group of bikes i passed" unfortunately it was one of the blokes. Not exactly sure if he ran wide or the 4WD cut a corner but the bike wasnt looking its best.. a flat exhaust was lying across the road and the paramedics were working on him. I gave my bests and headed off home. Hope he made it and all the best to his family. Oh i did find my seat lying in the middle of the road in one piece.