For the 26,915,861 people living in Australia that missed it, the remaining population enjoyed another brilliant gathering of Rooney Tuned minds on the 2nd & 3rd of November 2024.

These fortunate folk were greeted (eventually) with sunshine and the green pastures of northern NSW for two days of mostly reflecting on the consequences of being Rooney Tuned.

As an attendee I can inform you it’s a condition that most I spoke to have little hope of recovering from. The others wondering if the exposure might affect them similarly. Nobody answered that question. Silence. Well, with the exception of a horse that wasn’t actually asked. Possibly someone mentioned horsepower, or unbridled passion, or slept too close to them.

As always The Tribe of the Tuned gathered from all parts of all over and set up camp chairs around a race bike conveniently parked under a big old family tree.

And waited. Finally somebody showed up on a factory machine, a matter so novel that everyone felt the need to take it for a ride. Thanks Rod.

With the race bike well restrained a few other machines of dubious pedigree began to relax as the evening set in and riders began mumbling about the Copmanhurst Pub, the aptly named ‘Rest Point Hotel.

Eventually the weary travelers settled into their tents or their luxurious mobile accommodations that come with such astounding features as milk and home made slices. Not to be out done I felt obliged to share around the last of my last, museli bar. Or so I thought, unfortunately someone had fed it to a horse in the hope of distracting it from repeated late night advances.

It was all too much for me, the experience knocked me from off my own steed. Of course, I got back on, each time, before finally admitting these Rooney Tune things are no rodeo.

Fear not, I buffed it out on the way home, while I waited for the bruising on my ego to get the cue from the grin on my dial.

See you next time!

Stu King