BATHURST OR BUST!!!
My goodness, did we have a good time!!!!!
Our Bathurst or Bust weekend has been a hoot!
Yes, it rained cats and dogs on the way back, but it was worth hitting every drop. The weekend was special and I can't wait for next year's ride. I loved the bunkhouse accommodation. It reminded me on 'camp', when I was in year 10, which is quite a long time ago now, so maybe I romanticise it a little, but as far as I remember, I had a fine time then too. The ladies where pretty much all into the good life and bikes, of cause. I had only met a couple of them at previous day rides, but we all got on pretty well.
I met Trish at Narellan Mc. and we took the Northern Road to Richmond Mc, where we met Eleisha on her Triumph. "No luggage", I asked. "No, unfortunately I have an assignment due on Monday. I'll come along to Bilpin on the Bell's line of Road", she replied. She seemed a fun kind-a-gal and I look forward to another encounter. Lindy, Bronny , Louise and Selena met us at Richmond. We had our first Cappuccino.
Another Cappuccino at Lithgow and another at the Bilpin Fruitbowl. A three cappuccino day! Are we the Latte-Club?
We certainly had a lot to chat about. Bron was quite worried in Lithgow, as her bike started dripping oil like nothing I'd seen before... We decided to send her off to a mechanic before riding on. It did not take long, being in the country and amongst helpful people, who go out of their way to fix problems. As it worked out, surprisingly, she was killing her bike with kindness: too much oil!
Once Bronny's bike was back on the road, we took off on the TARANA Road, which I remembered from my Oberrrrrron trip. There was a left hand bent sign I remember quite vividly, because I was wondering then whether it would take me to Oberon if I was to follow it. At the time it was the right way to go, but this time we rode straight ahead and it turned out to be a FINE road, crossing the railway about half a dozen times on our way to Bathurst. We headed down a couple of stretches of fine condition dirt road. A farmer gave us the right advice. When Lindy waved to him, he jumped off his 4WD and climbed the paddock fence, whoo!, I hope it was not electric..., to speak to her. Now that's pulling power, Lindy!
We rode straight through the rough patches and truly enjoyed that road. I felt like being in some movie. The road was totally gorgeous and we all held our breath...it was just the right time of the day with the light beautifully golden on those rolling hills and valleys. there were triple arches in the railway bridges and a whole lot of brick retaining done by the railway. It was magical.
It was not long before we hit the Kelso Bottlo and stocked up on the right stuff. One of the girls came back out, quite shocked, having overheard the news that Peter Brock had just died in a Rally Crash. It spread like a wildfire.
We could not believe these sad news so soon after Steve Irwin died. It was decided that the girls would do a black ribbon run on Mt Panorama. Bronny bought us all some black ribbon and when we got to the honor board, we either tied some of it to our mirrors or used it as armbands. We also actually got to write in his condolence book at the Motor Racing Museum, thanking him for the memories. It was the most emotional ride, with tears running down my cheeks. I was quite disappointed at the speed limit of 60km/h. So would he have been...Especially after we learned that Brockie had just died in a Perth Rally. Peter Brock, the king of the mountain (Mt Panorama).
However, I had no idea what happened to my bottle of red, but in the end it went to good stomachs. Mine was a little unwell that first night. Especially after the veggie patties... the bbq was also fun to attend. There was an enormous logfire contained by a washing machine drum. It was great! The gas powered bbq did the job well and we even had a full sized cheese cake in the fridge. This place, The Bathurst Sheep and Cattle Drome, was more than organised. It ROCKED!
A couple more riders turned up later that night. Respect to those, who battled towards us at night!
I had an early night compared to most that night. Remind me never to sleep inside the sleeping bag again. That was ok when I was half my size and did not need to spread out in bed...so I felt a little cramped that night. I learned from that experience.
The very next day started quite early, as most days do for me these days.
Sunrise was what I wanted to capture. I was not alone. 10 bike owner ( I could not get over that!!!!) Louise and grandmother of two was there with me. She loves to take photos, just like me. I'd love to go on a photo safari ride with her one day. We both ride a simular style and she is sooooo practical. Loved THAT!!!! I can't believe that she is a grandma!!!
Louise, you are just such a cool person to be around!!! Luv ya dry wit! And nothing is too much hassle...
... and then there was Margaret, a teacher from Orange, who dropped in for a cuppa. I think I found my very own rolemodel! I do not wish to speculate her age, but she's well ahead of me and I want to be like her when I grow up. Her attitude was just so ... at one with the lifestyle, she knew the roads, tours, places to stay and go to, just a wealth of information, advice and enthusiasm. She had chocolate, too.
"I keep it in the tankbag. It's an instant energy source!". That is GOOD advice to me!
Talking about riding style, Selena makes me feel very comfy riding behind her. She knows what she wants and takes it. Seriously, I rode behind her from the dirt road bit to Bathurst and never doubted her judgement once. That's not to say that I don't pick my own line, especially since she was on a high BMW Motard and I was on a low ZX 6R in line four...
Someone, I think it was Louise said that it was because she had done some track work. Aaaargh, I don't know if I should go to a track day... Louise said "go and do a Superbike course. It's good fun and all about control".
I've been there back in the old days and I was not so attached to my beautiful life then. The Nuerburgring was a tickle and upon-avon, well, took a little more effort, especially with the beach was blowing across the corners on windy days. I had no ties and all that mattered was times. Now bikes have changed too and I AM SCARED of gettng hurt and hurting others.
Nahh, no more of that. Too addictive. Speed is not what hurts, it's the sudden stop.
My goodness, did we have a good time!!!!!
Our Bathurst or Bust weekend has been a hoot!
Yes, it rained cats and dogs on the way back, but it was worth hitting every drop. The weekend was special and I can't wait for next year's ride. I loved the bunkhouse accommodation. It reminded me on 'camp', when I was in year 10, which is quite a long time ago now, so maybe I romanticise it a little, but as far as I remember, I had a fine time then too. The ladies where pretty much all into the good life and bikes, of cause. I had only met a couple of them at previous day rides, but we all got on pretty well.
I met Trish at Narellan Mc. and we took the Northern Road to Richmond Mc, where we met Eleisha on her Triumph. "No luggage", I asked. "No, unfortunately I have an assignment due on Monday. I'll come along to Bilpin on the Bell's line of Road", she replied. She seemed a fun kind-a-gal and I look forward to another encounter. Lindy, Bronny , Louise and Selena met us at Richmond. We had our first Cappuccino.
Another Cappuccino at Lithgow and another at the Bilpin Fruitbowl. A three cappuccino day! Are we the Latte-Club?
We certainly had a lot to chat about. Bron was quite worried in Lithgow, as her bike started dripping oil like nothing I'd seen before... We decided to send her off to a mechanic before riding on. It did not take long, being in the country and amongst helpful people, who go out of their way to fix problems. As it worked out, surprisingly, she was killing her bike with kindness: too much oil!
Once Bronny's bike was back on the road, we took off on the TARANA Road, which I remembered from my Oberrrrrron trip. There was a left hand bent sign I remember quite vividly, because I was wondering then whether it would take me to Oberon if I was to follow it. At the time it was the right way to go, but this time we rode straight ahead and it turned out to be a FINE road, crossing the railway about half a dozen times on our way to Bathurst. We headed down a couple of stretches of fine condition dirt road. A farmer gave us the right advice. When Lindy waved to him, he jumped off his 4WD and climbed the paddock fence, whoo!, I hope it was not electric..., to speak to her. Now that's pulling power, Lindy!
We rode straight through the rough patches and truly enjoyed that road. I felt like being in some movie. The road was totally gorgeous and we all held our breath...it was just the right time of the day with the light beautifully golden on those rolling hills and valleys. there were triple arches in the railway bridges and a whole lot of brick retaining done by the railway. It was magical.
It was not long before we hit the Kelso Bottlo and stocked up on the right stuff. One of the girls came back out, quite shocked, having overheard the news that Peter Brock had just died in a Rally Crash. It spread like a wildfire.
We could not believe these sad news so soon after Steve Irwin died. It was decided that the girls would do a black ribbon run on Mt Panorama. Bronny bought us all some black ribbon and when we got to the honor board, we either tied some of it to our mirrors or used it as armbands. We also actually got to write in his condolence book at the Motor Racing Museum, thanking him for the memories. It was the most emotional ride, with tears running down my cheeks. I was quite disappointed at the speed limit of 60km/h. So would he have been...Especially after we learned that Brockie had just died in a Perth Rally. Peter Brock, the king of the mountain (Mt Panorama).However, I had no idea what happened to my bottle of red, but in the end it went to good stomachs. Mine was a little unwell that first night. Especially after the veggie patties... the bbq was also fun to attend. There was an enormous logfire contained by a washing machine drum. It was great! The gas powered bbq did the job well and we even had a full sized cheese cake in the fridge. This place, The Bathurst Sheep and Cattle Drome, was more than organised. It ROCKED!
A couple more riders turned up later that night. Respect to those, who battled towards us at night!
I had an early night compared to most that night. Remind me never to sleep inside the sleeping bag again. That was ok when I was half my size and did not need to spread out in bed...so I felt a little cramped that night. I learned from that experience.
The very next day started quite early, as most days do for me these days.
Sunrise was what I wanted to capture. I was not alone. 10 bike owner ( I could not get over that!!!!) Louise and grandmother of two was there with me. She loves to take photos, just like me. I'd love to go on a photo safari ride with her one day. We both ride a simular style and she is sooooo practical. Loved THAT!!!! I can't believe that she is a grandma!!!Louise, you are just such a cool person to be around!!! Luv ya dry wit! And nothing is too much hassle...
... and then there was Margaret, a teacher from Orange, who dropped in for a cuppa. I think I found my very own rolemodel! I do not wish to speculate her age, but she's well ahead of me and I want to be like her when I grow up. Her attitude was just so ... at one with the lifestyle, she knew the roads, tours, places to stay and go to, just a wealth of information, advice and enthusiasm. She had chocolate, too.
"I keep it in the tankbag. It's an instant energy source!". That is GOOD advice to me!
Talking about riding style, Selena makes me feel very comfy riding behind her. She knows what she wants and takes it. Seriously, I rode behind her from the dirt road bit to Bathurst and never doubted her judgement once. That's not to say that I don't pick my own line, especially since she was on a high BMW Motard and I was on a low ZX 6R in line four...
Someone, I think it was Louise said that it was because she had done some track work. Aaaargh, I don't know if I should go to a track day... Louise said "go and do a Superbike course. It's good fun and all about control".
I've been there back in the old days and I was not so attached to my beautiful life then. The Nuerburgring was a tickle and upon-avon, well, took a little more effort, especially with the beach was blowing across the corners on windy days. I had no ties and all that mattered was times. Now bikes have changed too and I AM SCARED of gettng hurt and hurting others.
Nahh, no more of that. Too addictive. Speed is not what hurts, it's the sudden stop.
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