Goodbye

After the funeral, Kaz and I had a couple of drinks back at Col and Wendy’s place, then, with most of the bikers departing early leaving the family members to continue their wake, we headed back to our motel, from there, a bit later in the afternoon, we headed off to the Coffs Harbour Hotel to join in the biker wake for Wendy.

Now, as most people know, Coffs Harbour is not renowned for its Monday night frivolity and entertainment, so it was looking like being a somewhat melancholy evening, as we sat around in the pub discussing things that we regretted not doing with Wendy, things like running a Poker run in conjunction with the funeral using North Coast V-Twins, the church and cemetery as card stops, and take the hearse to a couple of pubs in between for the rest of the hand. Well I reckon, Wendy, must have realised that it could have ended up being a bit of a slow night and totally in keeping with the sort of person she was, she had to have had a hand in arranging the Monday nights entertainment, because it turned out to be an Amateur Drag Queen Karaoke Night. Now normally bikers would not be seen dead near men with hairy armpits and five o’clock shadows wearing dresses, however, it just seemed to be perfectly natural they should arrive in the middle of Wendy's wake.

From there on in, it was downhill all the way in true Wendy style as the night and morals degenerated even further with a couple of our blokes getting up on stage, then doing some dirty dancing and singing along with the drag queens as they performed their numbers, and as a sort of finale, one of our sometimes overexposed female members, who shall remain anonymous, stuck her head up the dress of one of the contestants in mid song, I think she was just checking to see if it was a bloke, I’m not sure if she found what she was looking for, but she seemed to take an awfully long time, and for some reason the blokes voice went up an octave or two.

A couple of the real females with us, upon seeing that the blokes bras were padded with a variety of objects, including one stuffed with teddy-bears, decided to show them what should really be in there, and much to the shock of the patrons and security guards, gave them a quick flash, and judging from the looks on their faces, it would appear that they normally don’t get to see that sort of thing very often.

A few dozen Wendy stories and anecdotes later Kaz and I headed for bed, leaving the rest of group to party on until they finally got kicked out of the pub at closing time. All in all, a sad, but great send off, and as quite a few people commented, “If mine is half as good I would be happy”.

I am sure that I am echoing the sentiments of all who knew Wendy, as I offer heartfelt condolences from Kaz and myself to Col, their children and families. RIP Wendy, and thank you for riding into our lives, Gonna miss ya.