So what happened to Heather ?
Kev
Aah, the beautiful Heather. I was posted to a regular Army unit in Enoggerra, in Brisbane's north. We had an Army Reserve (part time soldiers, chocko's, cut lunch commando's etc) squadron, and for my sins, I was promoted into the Squadron Quarter Master Sergeant's position, mainly because none of my peers wanted to work there.
Heather was a Scottish born blonde Cocktail Waitress who worked at a couple of pubs and nightclubs around Brisbane. She wasn't particularly interested in military life, but the money was tax free, and the base was close to her home. She was employed as my "Store Person" (we can't call them "storemen" any more, as that's sexist, don't you know) and really enjoyed riding around Brisbane on the back of my bikes (Kawasaki L1 750 and Ducati 900SS) whenever we had to do a "Stores Run", which always terminated in lunch and drinks at the Breakfast Creek Hotel.
She didn't drive, so occasionally after work at the unit she'd get me to drop her off at one of the pubs that she was working at, in her little black dress and high heels. In return, she'd invite me inside and feed me full of free piss. Life was good. I think my missus suspected that we were "getting it on", but that wasn't the case, she was just my drinking partner, although the offer was there, but I never took her up on it.
I was posted back to Melbourne in 1991, but I had to go back to Canungra (near the Gold Coast) to do my Warrant Officers course afew months later, so Heather invited me to stay at her place for a few days before and after the course. I'd sold the Duke by then, and bought a BMW K100RT, which I rode the 1000-odd miles up to Brisbane, and spent the next couple of days drinking Coruba Rum with Heather and her new boyfriend, who seemed a bit put out by my presence. I went away and did the promotion course, and spent any free time exploring the local roads that Dave and Tim so enjoy, on the BM.
Once the course was over it was back to Heather's place for more drinking and eating at the Brekky Creek Pub, then Heather and her boyfriend had their engagement party at a Vietnamese restaurant in Fortitude Valley. I don't remember a lot about it as I'd been drinking long before we got there, but I had my last drink at 7am, went to bed, couldn't sleep, so hopped on the BM at 9am, said goodbye to Heather, and headed for Sydney. As magnificent a long distance bike as the BM was, I only got as far as Newcastle (500 miles) before I had to stop for the night, so I pulled into a little motel for the night.
If I'd been hoping for a piss-free night I would have been disappointed as the motel manager filled me full of piss before I collapsed into bed around midnight. I hopped back onto the Bavarian Murder Weapon and rode as far as Bairnsdale via Sydney (650 miles) and stayed at my folks place. I picked up a bottle of Coruba Rum at the local Bottle-O, and Dad and I had a pleasant evening talking crap, smoking cigarettes, and drinking Coruba Rum. Back on the bike around mid-morning, and did the 200 mile ride back to Melbourne, in time for work the next day.
I never heard from Heather after that, I don't know if she actually married her boyfriend, if she did, I didn't get an invitation (which would have been an excellent excuse for another great ride) but her boyfriend was a bit of a rabbit and Heather's mum couldn't stand him, so it was a tenuous relationship at best. I've been to Brisbane several times since, but have never caught up with her, which pisses me off, when I think of it...........