Border Ranges rally in the middle of winter where temperatures would hit below the 0's, the ride in was pretty hairy too as there were many creek crossings. The pic is some BFC Members having a time of prayer just before dinner and sunset.

Rainforest Rally at Kenilworth was one of the favourite rallies for all riders with anything up to 300 staying over, if rallies got too big the outlaw clubs tended to take them over, this is Roscoe and Diesel in the gymkhana on an old XV 750 Yamaha.

Another Gymkhana event with Roscoe and Wombat this time, Gymkhana events back then are unlike today, you had to be first in first serve to get in, a total gymkhana would go for anything up to 3 or 4 hours due to elimination stages.

A halfway stop on a BFC Ride up through the Queensland / New South Wales ranges. Our rides were monthly as they are now but used to go for anything up to 400Klm's per day, it seems not many can hack it now, such is the younger generation. From Right to Left is Mark, Dave, Christine and Donna.

From Left to Right is Esther, Tino and Brett, I assume Brett is trying to teach Tino how to do a wheel stand on a bike as Brett had an XJ 900 Yamaha and I could probably count on both hands how many time he had the front wheel on the ground, he was forever doing wheel stands and is still widely remembered today for that reason and no other. On the other hand, Tino rode a GPZ 750 and there was no one in the club who could catch him, he should have been a racer I reckon.

From right to left is Nola and Max, Dave and Trumpy Ken, Max and Nola came from Gympie which is north of Brisbane and became a part of Bikers for Christ for a short while then went on to Christ's Ambassadors CMC, Max passed away around 1994 and it brought back together many mates who rode together over the years, he died of a massive asthma attack at a young age and is sadly missed by many.

Esther and Tino with their GPZ 750, even though we could not keep up with him, Esther helped us a bit by slapping Tino in the back of the head if he went to fast for her, at times we would watch him take a corner wondering if he was still in control or laying it down for a slide, a very good rider and we never saw him ever once go down!

Wombat, Gigs, ( I can not for the life of me remember the dogs name), every man on his bike used to ride with a dog on their tank but eventually it was outlawed as an "obstruction" and police came down heavy so the dogs all left home unhappy not being able to ride no more, looking at this picture I got no idea why they would call it an obstruction? Looks to me he was holding the tent on for them!

One of the many old houses we used as a club house where we would have home church, prayer meetings, BBQ's and basically just turn up for a coffee, this one was out in the Samford valley and very popular just for the ride, Dave and a few other guys rented this one but many of us slept there overnight on the floor for something to do and often would take off from there on some mystery tour and see if we could get lost in the mountains - never happened.