Kawasaki Sportsbike Riders Club - Australia - Online Forum

by **MadKaw** » Thu Aug 04, 2005 8:30 pm

Its my boy, Reece's, 3rd birthday on Saturday and as usual we'll be having a few drinks to celebrate...
Juice and an early night for him though.. :-)

If your in the Windsor area and wanna drop in please do...
I'tl be timed laps of the back yard on his peewee when he's in bed though.. :-)

by **Colette** » Thu Aug 04, 2005 8:39 pm

Happy Birthday for Saturday little Reecie - he is such a cutie

Not sure if I can make it, but I wanna see pics of those lap times on the peewee :lol:

by **tape** » Thu Aug 04, 2005 9:46 pm

Dave and Jus, say happy birthday to the little champion from all of us here at casa da T...

Oh and make sure the peewee is still ridable for him in the mornin... :shock:

cheers

by **Plaz** » Thu Aug 04, 2005 9:49 pm

Happy Birthday Reece,
hope the "big boys" don't break your pressy :lol:

by **Nanna10r** » Thu Aug 04, 2005 10:16 pm

"Reecee the Legend" happy Burfday Champ.
Tell Mum you wanna 6 pack of Red Bull & 4 Loaves of Fairy Bread.

Cheers Brett

PS. Any clothes you get that are too small, get Dad to mail 'em up to Uncle Brett, i hear he needs a new Summer Wardrobe :wink:

by **Smitty** » Thu Aug 04, 2005 11:06 pm

yo Dave
make sure the young fella gets something green or with a K in it for his
birfdee...and tell him, not TOO many pieces of cake

and a happy birthday to Reece..

from us!

cheers

Smittys' mob

by **HemiDuty** » Thu Aug 04, 2005 11:10 pm

Happy Birthday to the little guy, I hope he loves the bike. I know I would have at that age.

by **samhasa636** » Fri Aug 05, 2005 7:30 am

I can see it now. MadKalf awakes early with an air of excitement, he knows there is a glistening peewee with a tank full of 98 RON awaiting him in the backyard. Donning his mini-moto KSRC leathers, checking his sparkie sliders are in place and deciding the iridium visor will be the "look" of the morning, he heads through the back door.
Expecting to see an out-of-the-box, 3 step Meguiar shine on his new steed MadKalf is stricken with horror. Before him is a wasteland of so called adults, in drunken comas strewn about a hastly constucted moto-cross track. He careful makes his way through the minefield of bodies to a pile of smashed up, still smoking metal. A tear forms in his eye when he realises his birthday present was a victim of yet another, "quiet" KSRC gathering.