Tahmoor - Ulysses

A glorious sunny spring day awaited our presence. It had been two weeks since I've had my last Thursday ride fix and nothing was going to stand in my way this time!

I live a little farther down the coast than most. Rather than riding up that boring 'F whatever it is' to meet the boys (and all too rarely girls) at the Heathcote servo, I arrange pick up points along the way South, which today happened to be at the top of Bulli Pass. Gary is so used to my morning phone call that he no longer awaits my question...which way are you going today?...and by now the group has got used to me appearing somewhere along the way and taking off again at the end of the day.

Well, the turnout was impressive and Gary's route as usual most enjoyable. The group stayed together very well along the Freeway and when we took the Haywards Bay turnoff. I lost count at about twenty bikes making their way through the picturesque Albion Park hinterland (complete with a knee deep creek-crossing) as we approached the foot of the pass.

Now, that is my backyard road and I hope you forgive my eagerness to get to the front of the pack, but what a girl's got to do is what a girl has got to do (the Ninjalista makes me do it!)! Those twisties are second to none and were meant to be taken at reasonable lean-angles...

...dream on! We share the road with sluggish, diesel dripping trucks and then there is the speed limit and those double lines mean 'no-go'! Bugger!

There was still a tiny crispness in the air when we got to the top of Macquarie Pass, turning off via the Tourist Road on the scenic route that is bypassing Mittagong. My brandnew Ulysses sloppy joe did the trick and made me feel snug as... How nice is it to smell all those spring blossoms appearing almost over night along our roads?! (ohhh I feel for those of you who suffer from pollen allergies!)

I have come to truly enjoy my Thursday rides, as they have taken me on beautiful roads and into country side I have not seen before. This trip took us through some interesting back roads via Yerrinbool and Yanderra through Bargo.

Who would have thought Tahmoor had such a fine Bakery? Here we encountered quick and friendly service, a great cuppacchino and good variety of food to choose from. Nobody went hungry and I certainly did not hear any complaints. Everybody had a smile on their face and a good day was had by all...doing exactely what we wanted to be doing. To ride is to live!

After brunch Gary took us via a spectacular scenic ride beneath some amazing rock and alongside a mighty high freeway bridge, followed by a couple of nice serpentines to Picton for a quick fuelstop. From here we headed toward Appin and of cause that meant negotiating more lovely twisties along Broughton Pass...and this time without any traffic!

Then it was the Appin Road towards the coast and that's were I left the group, hoping all got home ok and enjoyed this day of fine weather and top notch riding as much as I did!

IR-Couple's Weekend to Oberon

For the first time in my life I surrendered my luggage/tank bag to the 'support vehicle' and was promptly left without money after filling up at the petrol station. Luckily the servo was just 50m from the carpark, so I could quickly 'do a runner' across and retrieve the purse. Jogging in three layers of clothing, leathers and bike boots is quite an experience!

Then there was that moment of panic, when the first incling of slowly drying lips started to invade my attention. Oh how I miss my lippy! Where is my lippy?

It's in the bag, along with the big 3kg shifter and that nasal spray I relied upon for several days now and then there was the unthinkable: the wet weather gear!

Immediately after I realised that I was traveling bar wets, big bad rain clouds appeared on the horizon of an otherwise perfectly blue sky. Just my luck!

And then there is my camera... also so very neatly and safely tucked away under a doubly locked, solid ute booth cover. So this time I'll have to rely on other people's point of view. Thank goodness Chris had his amazing Nikon out and about and other members had a good go at visually documenting the trip.

Here is one of Chris' fabulous angles. Getting to this bridge was to come to some kind of a turning point of the trip. "Unfreezing the fingertips", I'd call it, or "crossing the devide", as the weather turned dry and sunny from here on in.
(CAK's money shot)

This bridge is crossing over a dry riverbed, which caused Skipp to take his new multi purpose bike off road for some stunt shots. Jen told me that she used to swim there as a kid. Now there is not a drop of water in sight.

From here to Goulburn was probably my favourite part of the trip. Sunshine gave at the very least the illusion of warmth. The roads were dry, but so were the valleys, covered in golden grasses, drought affected thin stalks without a hint of sustenance. This is sheep country...as far as the eye can see from the top of windy ridges. At times we were struggling to keep a straight line, leaning our bodies and machines into cold merciless gusts.

It was a different climate all together, yet, it's been only about 150 km south-east since we had somewhat reluctantly left behind the warmth and cosy hospitality of DJ's Cafe for a wet and icy morning in Oberon.

We can't say that we were'nt warned. The previous day, after our glorious stopover in the Blue Mountains, were we were able to enjoy the misty blue tinged vista across those rugged cliff faces at the Skyrail lookout (I never knew it existed!), the group headed to Hampden, where we stopped for a slow and ordinary (did anyone actually order the 'Willy Burger'?) bistro lunch, before heading to the Jenolan Caves, people had laughed in our faces:

"Oberon is were you're heading? No way! That's were they predicted snowfalls if not today, then tomorrow!"

One of the things that people seem to pick up on is how exposed we are to the elements and they are usually quick to deliver local advice like that. Over the years I have come to trust and value this. It hardly ever happens when you rock up in a car...

The road into Jenolan Caves was tight, wet and bumpy. I remembered doing this road in a car and at times had tourist buses almost forcing me off the road. This time, on the bike, it was no different. The cars appeared out of nowhere and leaving little space for motorcyclists close to the edge.

A magical view of the teal coloured river below, the entrance to the little tourist town via a tunnel in the mountain and a fine hot chocolate in front of the blazing fire place made it all worth while.

A couple of riders decided to make a break for it up the hill and they actually got snowed upon. I did think at the time of our departure that the wet roads had a bit of a texture to it... but then... I was busy getting arount those tight 15s that felt more like 5s, especially with those extra layers of clothing restricting movement and my lovely pillion man adding a little extra weight to the bike. It was an adventure!

Joey and I stuck together for the last leg to Oberon. It was a cold, wet and slippery trip ... a real battle. You can imagine how nice it was when we finally arrived at the cabins and discovered that the heaters had been left on for our arrival! Now, that's courtesy!

A mix-up saw the group split in two for dinner. Some of us ended up in the pub and others in the RSL club. We almost did not make it to the RSL, had we trusted the advice from a couple of youngsters working late in a bakery. They tried to send us the opposite way and it was only when we found that they were hiding behind the counter that we realised what was happening. Fun in Oberon!

It was a nice brisk walk in the fresh cold air. Our meals were average, but the drinks made up for it. They were plentyful and only really hit me when I sat down on the chair in front of the blazing fire place, once we arrived to meet the rest of the group, at the pub. The fires are always spectacular in country pubs!

The man and I took off before the lovely waitress, driving the courtesy bus, could take us back to the cabins. As we walked through the night, along deserted back streets, we heard hoons in the distance, noisily driving and skidding cars with rusty exhausts around town. Fun in Oberon!

Time to get some sleep!

We actually got the better deal when we chose that double bed. Our lovely flatmates, Jess and Jemma ended up in the triple bunk and both being quite tall, they felt a bit cramped. However, they were lovely about it and great company. Next time we owe them to at least draw straws....

That brings us back to the start of the day and the rest is history.

The group went on to the Pieshop, but Daimo and I went straight up the highway and when we turned off towards Appin and Bulli Pass, we almost had a head-on with a woman in a BMW, whose momentary lapse of reason made her decide to use the off ramp to get onto the freeway. Scary!

Only one other time did I encounter someone mistaking my lane as theirs and that was one of the man's first pillion trips with me. I blame him, since he is the only common denominator I can think of... we had a good laugh in the end! (comedy = danger + time)

The best thing about the 'Couple's Ride' was that no-one whined. Everyone seemed to be able to grin and put up with it. I saw one of the female pillions uncontrollably shaking, blue lips and shattering teeth and all she had to say was: 'Bah it's cold!' It took her at least 15 minutes to warm up, but not one word of blame or disappointment.

In fact, when we said our good byes at Goulburn, one thing seemed to be common to all of us... a big smile on our faces and a resounding echo of

"That was just great! Let's do it again - sometime soon!"

Yep, it was very nice to see some new faces (sorry Joy and Tanya, for momentarily forgetting where I knew you from). Jason (Likeatiger) you rock! Coming all the way to Taralga to meet up with us! Thanks to Noeline, in the support ute, driving my gear up (not down!...and I have to really plan this well ahead of time if I ever decide to hand over any of my luggage again) and JB and your hot legged, trendsetting wife Bernadette...thank you for meeting us, if only accompanying us for a short while and of cause a huuuuuge THANK YOU to DZ Damien for his immaculate organisation and guidance and last, but not least: daZippas for keeping the mob together as the dutiful and dependable tail-end-charly.

Yeah, let's do that again sometime...

P.S.: daMan loved it!

some of my favourite pictures so far:
DaSkipp's bad (helmet hair)

Bikes at the Caves

The Clyde Ride got drowned...

When the alarm did not go off I woke up in a panic, although my timing was perfect. Still an hour before meeting time. On the forum most 'inners' had made their excuses to turn 'outers' and in the end it seemed as if there were just the three of us committed to take on the Clyde.

The weather report was less than rosy. The BOM site showed clearly that I was about to be heading straight towards a wet front down south. "A shower or two... an afternoon thunderstorm"

Think positively!

There were quite a lot of people at Albion Park Maccas, meeting for an 8am take off. Some P platers were amongst them and they decided to take off just before Fezz and me. By the time we made our departure a few minutes later, we had arranged to meet them at Berry. The only other stop was at Gerringong, allowing Beemer Michael to catch up with us along the road. I led the two riders through Berry, but even at a speed of up to 40km/hour, none of the others were to be seen.

Later, after a little chitchat on the forum we found out what had happened and how we clearly managed to miss each other. The first group took off via Jamberoo, whilst we went straight down the Hwy towards Ulladulla and probably making good time trying to catch up with them. Jamberoo was supposed to be a stop over on our return route. However, we learned from the experience. Next time we'll make sure to get one of their mobile phone numbers to stay in contact.

We carried on, stopping for fuel at Bewong and around Conjola we were hit with torrential rain and a thunderstorm that made my blood curl. As soon as I wore my wet weather gear, Fezz pulled the plug and decided to go home (...my bum does look big in it...) Michael and I turned back a little further down the road just a few minutes later. The hydrophile in me enjoyed the big wet until I got caught in a channel of water and the aqua planing gave me momentarily some heart pulpatations. No tyre would have coped with that!

Someone on the forum mentioned later that we were lucky not to have gone the Clyde way, as the road was closed in both directions for most of the day, due to an accident. We would have been stuck for hours.

On our return trip Michael and I encountered fine weather from Nowra and decided to take the coast road back to Gerringong, where he made it home in one piece and I hope semi dry. My trip home was fine. I hooked up with a BMW rider on the Northern Distributor, who set a fine pace and made good choices in the increasing traffic (since Bulli Pass is closed). Upon arrival I was told that the Northern Suburbs had not seen any rain all morning. Ahh well...my thumb and all fingernails are still stained black from a soaked glove and those boots ain't made for riding in ankle deep water either... it's all in the adventure! (and good to know that a hot shower is never that far away)

...the Ninjalista needs another clean!

No pictures. But we may do it all again next weekend.

GRO- ANNIVERSARY RIDE report

In the morning, after a 'Spanish Night in Glebe', which featured Dancers and as much Sangria as you can handle, I drove the car home and dropped the girl off, before taking the bike out to meet up with the GRO ride at Mount Victoria in the Blue Mountains.

Of cause I did not make the meet point, as I was nowhere near it at the time. Even with daylight saving ending and gaining an additional hour of sleep I preferred to allow the body some more time to recover...

There was an increasing chill in the air as the road climbed up the mountains and I was glad that I followed my intuition and added my jacket liner for the first time this season. Packing the wet weather gear also came in handy on the return journey.

Lindy and Spiros were waiting for me whilst I witnessed the obligatory cutting of the cake and then it was off to Lithgow for a quick chinwag with Lindy's mum and then on to find Meagan's memorial along the Putty. Last year Lindy rode up to Yanko Road with me to remember our Don, so it was only natural that I'd return the favour.

Traffic was getting somewhat rediculous with all those weekend warriors returning to their city abode and then the rain started to make things harder. It pelted down for most of the return trip with some very heavy falls around Penrith, Campbelltown and near Waterfall.


After that experience it was quite surprising that once I had turned off towards the coast at Helensburgh, all roads were dry. It was just like stepping out of the shower. The only reminder of torrents past were my right foot, now stuck in a wet sock and the knowledge that I can trust those ct2's (tyres). In fact, I love my tyres. So far they have not once let me down...I should really start to look after them as well as they look after me.

Next time I get to a Servo, I'll check the air pressure- for once!

IR-SNOWY RIDE

For a couple of days before the ride I had made a promise to myself and the Ninjalista that I would tidy her chain, but then things started to get busy. Had too many other important commitments that crept up and sucked all energy and spare time. I did not think I could do it at home, as I had no stand… well I do have the stand, but I had misplaced the hardware…ages ago… and it has just come to bite me.

So I pm Kane to arrange to use his bike stand before we leave in the morning.

‘Whereis’ is usually a good place to start looking for someone’s place. This time I had to ring and check… already out of my comfort zone and not wanting to be a liability, I arrived a little frazzled and a fraction late. Now that’s consistent! Always late… one of these days they’ll just leave without me.


Whilst I packed for economy, it still had to be the rear and tank bag to accommodate the sleeping bag and in the end I grabbed the heavy shifter as well and popped it …silly me… on top of everything.

We promptly managed to round the adjuster nut and decided it was time to let the professionals have a go at it. It was 8:30am and on my way past I had seen 'MaxPower's' flag up on the highway. A quick phone call and we were on our way…I was embarrassed going there, because I know how much work he has on. Both Nat and Steve work such long hours… but we were not going anywhere without getting the chain serviced.

Once we were told to come around, we took off and…of cause at the first roundabout, I noticed that I had lost my polaroid clip-ons for my glasses. Kane turned around immediately and started to survey the road we had travelled so far. Of cause we found it sitting a few metres from his driveway where I got off, picked it up and then I had to do a little manoeuvre to turn the bike around, at which stage the 'Ninjalista' decided that it was all too much for her and just fainted on me; literally ‘on’ me! I had lost my footing on uneven ground with a little gravel thrown in for good measure. My leg got caught under her weight and probably protected her from more damage. One of Kane’s neighbours was right there to give me a hand picking the bike up. A scuff on the already scratched engine cover and a couple more tiny scratches on the fairing and a loose mirror was all she had to endure.

I was a wreck! I was shaking like a leaf and felt emotional and exhausted from the experience so far. What else could go wrong?

We got to 'MaxPower Performance Motorcycles' and Steve adjusted my chain with a brand new nut thrown in. Thank you, my hero!

Totally flustered I finally felt the wind on my face on the freeway and the looping thought of my being in many ways a liability did not stop there and then. At the first set of lights on the ‘Northern Distributor’ the lights changed and I was not that far behind the big green Nine, so I did what I always do: open hard! That’s when Kane hit the brakes and I zoomed past. How awkward will it get?!
I followed Kane to fill up at the Albion Park service station and that’s where I got to stop in front of an ‘out of order’ petrol bowser. Those two huge orange flaps were just not big enough for me! Perhaps I should have worn my glasses? Ahhrrrgh!!!!What was I thinking? (Thanks to Kane for this photo)

He must have thought I was such a big twit! An insufferably slow rider, making a fool of herself at every turn! I was embarrassed and lived in hope that I wont keep this up…

Things got better… much, much better… once I took my iron supplement…

No, but really… things did settle down once we got going.

Kane was such a Gentleman! I loved getting my confidence back and felt well looked after… (even though I was in two minds about needing that).

The weather was terrific. Hot and dry! Just the way I like it…well it does not do anything for my helmet hair, but I do appreciate Summer rides.

Steve and Damien rode to meet us along the road about twenty klicks out of Jindabyne. They’ve been riding together for a week by then and it was a fine reunion. I remember thinking that they did not look scruffy at all and wondered wether that was because Tracy and Katrina were about to meet up with us as well? I think the boyz did make an effort…

Once we got to the house I threw another spanner in the works… a down slanted gravel driveway, which brought back memories of the earlier mishap and guess what: I froze!

I turned the engine off and just sat there, squeezing the break levers as if there was no tomorrow. It took the boys a couple of minutes before they realised that I was not taking a photo… and they came to the rescue, peeling me off the bike and taking charge of it. Which made it safely into the garage.

"Well done! Now they all think I’m a twit!"

In the end I had to let it ride… these things happen to the best…
The next day I stacked all my things in one spot in my room, just in case my companions had to collect my stuff if things went wrong… but the thought processes became more positive as the day progressed... and look here, upon our return I actually had no problem riding down that driveway.Next day: No Problemo! (thanks to Steve for this photo)

It did not take long before we hit the Snowy region.
'Yellow line' fever!
The road was something special…so smooth and in many ways fabulously predictable. I let everyone take off and rode at my own speed, which was such a timely confidence builder. Steve and Tracy waited for me whenever possible, so I would not feel totally deserted, but that never crossed my mind. I just did not want to spoil their fun.

Tumut Pond

At the Mt Selwyn/Tumbarumba turn-off I was looking forward to my favourite stretch of road. Well, ‘stretch’ is not quite the word… serpentined is more like it… all the way down to Tumut Pond, a little dam with an island right in the middle.

Where's Kane? (You may have to click to enlarge the picture to find him...)

Poor Katrina was sooo motion sick by then. She could not even talk and had to just lie down on the concrete in the shade. I felt so sorry for her, but there was nothing we could do.

On the road to Khancoban I very much enjoyed that eucalypt aroma in the air, which I had noticed last time we came through there. This is Australia!

Time for lunch.

There were a few other riders, including a young Asian looking female, who exclaimed to her riding partner when she saw me:

“Oh isn’t it so nice to see more women riders these days!”

The thought crossed my mind that in 1978, when I started with this business, she may not have been born yet. However, experience makes no expert and therefore I’ll always call myself a beginner.

Khancoban Pub

This is a popular spot for motorcyclists and is totally booked out around 'MotoGP-at-PI' time. We had lunch here and when we left Katrina took advantage of the sprinkler, soaking in a little moisture to cool her down on the bike. The menu is basic, but genuine. We were going to check out the Servo's Cafe, but decided to head for air conditioning...aren't we spoilt?!
I like Khancoban. It provides what we need. Shelter, food, petrol and the prospect of some of the more spectacular roads this country has to offer right at it's door step.

Last time around I took a little walk early in the morning to stretch my legs before another day on the bike. The tree lined avenue looked stunning in the mist and the lake, bathed in early morning sunshine prompted me to take a few shots too. There were 'Khancoban Pub' baseball caps for sale, but that was going a little too far for me...

Unfortunately Steve’s Blade started to play up just before here and the short rest during lunch seemed to fix things for a little while. 'MaxPower' will have to look at it when daZippa gets home. Next stop Leather Barrel Creek… that was another fine ride and I did find my rhythm in no time…truly enjoying every bend in the road. Constantly moving with the 35s and 45s, I arrived exhilarated with the biggest grin on my face. I could have cried with joy…

Leatherbarrel Creek...a well deserved break
The creek bubbled away as we removed our boots and socks and dipped our feet, cooling down, splashing each other, whilst Katrina was kindly filling our water bottles with spring water. It does not get much better!

It was only around 60 km to Jindabyne from Leather Barrel Creek and the road opened up to a sequence of perfectly conceived sweepers with a surface that just begged: Just go for it Babe! The Ninjalista had a ball…
Finding my rhythm... (Thanks to Steve for this picture)

Home for Dinner…Vino…Cheese and Crackers… wherever you looked: smiles. Even Katrina, but hers was a little more about the relief she felt when she arrived home and she stopped moving.


One of my favourite roads


European vs Japanese


Is that a Cowasaki I see?!

This picture was taken on our return journey, just before Damien and Steve took off to push another boundary... (how fast can you go on 28 km of dirt?) and left Kane and me to take on some of the most amazing back roads around Cooma and Bombala. There were times when I just laughed out loud because I felt so priviledged to experience such amazing beauty. The stunning countryside around Dalgety was simply breathtaking! I felt so greatful and happy to live in this country... and I certainly hope that I'll be back there one day...soon
Formation training (Thanks to Steve for this photo)



The House@Jindy


The Washing Line- About the only straight line we encountered on our trip


Where to next?

The Oxley????

Three Queens in Sydney

Hey, today there were at least three queens in town....me, the Drama Queen, and two very luxurious liners. I made my way to Harry's Cafe de Wheels at Wooloomooloo to get a closer look at one of them.
...and for a different angle

...and then there was this one, dwarfing the terminal at Circular Quay...

...and here we are a little less distracted by the presence of our cultural centre...


It was one of our first hot days after a spell of wet weather... most enjoyable!

The girl did promise to take a shot at 6:30pm when two Queens were passing in the harbour near Fort Denison... I'll keep you posted.... but then, at her age, waiting for the perfect shot is not something that beats catching up on the latest goss ... any slight distraction and bingo!

She's missed it.

The Snowy Mountains Ride

This photo was taken at the bottom of the hill right at the 'Tumut Pond Dam' wall. My favourite road so far!
What a perfect ride!
I cannot stop smiling when I think of it. 1800 km in three days... marvellous scenery...great company...and once again: I've fed my soul! Hmmmm... what a weekend!

Friday morning. The alarm was set to go off at 5:30am and I woke at 6:30. Needless to say that the panic was most overwhelming, as I had not packed anything other than my camera and the tinted visor. The meet was at 7 for a 7:30 departure and I had a 35 minute ride ahead of me to get there. Aaaaarrrrrrrgh!

They waited...

Joey was scolding me for being late and then laughed. Nobody mentioned it again. It was only the four of us, plus Fezz on his new bike at Albion Park. He then left us at Tathra after a fine lunch at the Hotel.
Getting to Tathra is once again a fine set of twisties, Turning left off the Pacific Hwy at Tilba Tilba and just before Horseshoe Bay take a right out of Bermagui. Another 40 something k's of 70s and 45s and on top of the hill is the Tathra Hotel.

Did you know that you can see a blue whale right around lunchtime down there?

It's a hydraulic one, with the very cute addition of an upside down shower head, sprinkling water...almost like the real thing...

Great for kidding the kids...small ones and gullible big ones.

Somehow it was a little difficult to really relax at the pub, as there was so much more road to get conquered.

We were soon met by Kane ZX9R and his mate Phil on his Yama-harley at a Bega petrol station. We did stop over there once before on the Phillip Island tour and the lady at the counter recognised us. However, we had a little unscheduled stopover there when Skipp's chain and sprockets started to play up.

Nothing a large shifter can't fix...

Unfortunately that was far from the truth and the bike shop in Bega had very little stock, but plenty of goodwill and a phone number in Canberra.

We continued our trip to Cooma, where we stayed at the Alpine Angler's, soon to be the Alpine Country Motel (Ph 6452 4537) A good place to loop the mountain twisties from. Kerryn and Wayne run this place right from the heart. It is a bike friendly place... they even lock it up in their shed if you want.

Here's a picture of the entrance and another of Kerryn and Wayne, the proprietors.(thank you Kane!)



Pizza, Dips and icy cold beer kept the hunger at bay and the chat was hillarious.

Here is a shot of Joey and my bike in front of our respective windows. I call it 'A Room With A View'

Skipp decided to get up real early on Saturday morning and he got himself off to Canberra to get his sprockets and chain fitted, whilst we took ourselves off to Tumut via Brown Mountain. There is a photo of Brown Mountain lookout in the Phillip Island ride report.


Unfortunately I encountered a great deal of blue metal gravel from earlier roadworks (idiots!) right throughout some of the 35s corners and it made me quite shaky for the rest of the stretch. This paranoid loss of mojo stayed with me for most of the day, which disappointed me, but you ride to the conditions and that goes not only for the road and the weather context, but also for the rider's condition.

It was hot... high 30s and we were longing for some cool relief.

We met up with Skipp at Tumut for lunch. A nice, air conditioned country pub.
Tumut Commercial Hotel does Bangers and Mash...have not seen this in quite some time! (Kane's shot)
On the way back to Cooma we turned off towards Cabramurra, Khancoban (revisiting another Phillip Island stopover), Thredbo...oooh what a well maintained road to Jindabyne....noice, noice, noice!

We even had a few drops of rain around Khancoban, which cooled us down a little. The subtle aroma creation of rain hitting freshly laid tar and eucalypt leaves was a neat experience.

Whilst the boys let us two girls take off ahead of them, I was unable to keep up with Joey throughout the twisty sections. Then somewhere amongst my battle for survival they overtook me too.

They'll wait... was the theme of my day.


Well, that beer was nice and cold... and...dare I say: most appreciated.

Perhaps we should suggest to all bike-friendly motel owners to invest in a few little buckets, as Dusty Davis describes in his blog (http://www.dustydavis.com/).

That's the way I'd like to be greeted in the morning!

By the time we made our way from Bombala, the home of our Annual Celebration of Motorcycling, to Pambula, Joey and I decided to take the highway to Narooma, where we met both Mr B and Teza at the Bowling Club for a meal. The boys took off to do another set of twisties from Pambula via Tathra to Narooma.

They arrived five minutes after us with the biggest smiles on their faces... boys!

The traffic stopped near Gerringong and I was glad to be on the bike getting past all of it in good time.

Home at last. Having dodged the biggest rain drops...still quite dry...but more importantly: happy!