Tahmoor with Lindy
Trella is a Sydney based group of Japanese Motorcycle riders, who ride out mid-week nights and once a month on Friday evenings as well. I have been keen to catch up with them and was hoping that they’d be riding last Friday night. The weather was great and after a hard week’s work and watching the bikes take off on their journey to Phillip Island, I was ready to tackle the road again. Lindy was going to have a go at trying Trella at some stage as well, but in the end it wasn’t on anyway. So I joined Lindy and Austrian born Rudy on Saturday instead. I like riding with Lindy. She is comfortable with her bike and herself.
We met at Heathcote Mc and took off through Waterfall to access the National Park (Nasho). Sorry I was late, didn’t find anything to wear in time to get out of the house. I know that sounds blonde, but this Saturday was (finally) washday and anything I was looking for was either wet or not done. I ran out of options and wore the leathers. Sensible. Should have been my first choice anyway…
Those two had planned to go south to Tahmoor, a Careflight benefit ride. Thanks to Rudy’s map we found it, despite a bumpy detour to the Cateract Dam…my fault, sorry guys! I had the best intentions! In the end the serpentines I was looking for were right on route to Wilton anyway… Little did they know, that I was quite worried that I may run out of petrol…ZZZzzzz…I still have no idea how many k’s my tank does produce. As soon as it clicks over the 200 mark I get a little uneasy.
Well, after a quick stop-over at Stanwell Tops, we rode along the spectacular coast road, Sea Cliff Bridge, along beautiful beaches, through Austinmer, Thirroul and up the Bulli Pass, then towards Appin, Wilton, Picton, Tahmoor, where we were going to have a bite to eat, but were too late for the Bistro. Great pub, the Tahmoor Inn! All modern and stylishly appointed. I’ll be back another time, before 3pm, to taste the nouveau food.
Still hungry we decided to go back to the Picton pub, but there too: no hot food left! The publican offered nuts, potato chips and cold pork pie. NOT inspiring! A little up the road were a few fast food outlets and a restaurant, our first choice, which of cause, seemingly the theme of the day, was just about to close… The adjacent Gourmet Fast Food outlet had the usual hamburgers and chips for us, but the size of their portions was just enormous! After half an hour, I had hardly made a dent into the wedges… and was totally done with it!
On our way back, we took off via Camden to Campbelltown. Lindy and Rudy headed up the M5 and I returned via Appin, down Bulli Pass back to Austinmer. When I got home my husband stood in the garage, handing me a freshly opened cold beer. THAT’s how I like it!
Once again, I had a beautiful afternoon ride through rolling hills and valleys, bathed in golden sunlight, every now and then a whiff of the sweet smelling spring air, no wind, perfect temperature, sharing the experience with some very nice people, who love to ride as much as I do.
Lindy pointed out how fortunate we actually are: not a care in the world, no pressure, no-where to be, but where we chose to be. A fitting reminder that these are the GOOD days. May they last!
Now I can happily mark those 40 essays and not get distracted by the roar of the bikes on the coast road.
Trella is a Sydney based group of Japanese Motorcycle riders, who ride out mid-week nights and once a month on Friday evenings as well. I have been keen to catch up with them and was hoping that they’d be riding last Friday night. The weather was great and after a hard week’s work and watching the bikes take off on their journey to Phillip Island, I was ready to tackle the road again. Lindy was going to have a go at trying Trella at some stage as well, but in the end it wasn’t on anyway. So I joined Lindy and Austrian born Rudy on Saturday instead. I like riding with Lindy. She is comfortable with her bike and herself.
We met at Heathcote Mc and took off through Waterfall to access the National Park (Nasho). Sorry I was late, didn’t find anything to wear in time to get out of the house. I know that sounds blonde, but this Saturday was (finally) washday and anything I was looking for was either wet or not done. I ran out of options and wore the leathers. Sensible. Should have been my first choice anyway…
Those two had planned to go south to Tahmoor, a Careflight benefit ride. Thanks to Rudy’s map we found it, despite a bumpy detour to the Cateract Dam…my fault, sorry guys! I had the best intentions! In the end the serpentines I was looking for were right on route to Wilton anyway… Little did they know, that I was quite worried that I may run out of petrol…ZZZzzzz…I still have no idea how many k’s my tank does produce. As soon as it clicks over the 200 mark I get a little uneasy.
Well, after a quick stop-over at Stanwell Tops, we rode along the spectacular coast road, Sea Cliff Bridge, along beautiful beaches, through Austinmer, Thirroul and up the Bulli Pass, then towards Appin, Wilton, Picton, Tahmoor, where we were going to have a bite to eat, but were too late for the Bistro. Great pub, the Tahmoor Inn! All modern and stylishly appointed. I’ll be back another time, before 3pm, to taste the nouveau food.
Still hungry we decided to go back to the Picton pub, but there too: no hot food left! The publican offered nuts, potato chips and cold pork pie. NOT inspiring! A little up the road were a few fast food outlets and a restaurant, our first choice, which of cause, seemingly the theme of the day, was just about to close… The adjacent Gourmet Fast Food outlet had the usual hamburgers and chips for us, but the size of their portions was just enormous! After half an hour, I had hardly made a dent into the wedges… and was totally done with it!
On our way back, we took off via Camden to Campbelltown. Lindy and Rudy headed up the M5 and I returned via Appin, down Bulli Pass back to Austinmer. When I got home my husband stood in the garage, handing me a freshly opened cold beer. THAT’s how I like it!
Once again, I had a beautiful afternoon ride through rolling hills and valleys, bathed in golden sunlight, every now and then a whiff of the sweet smelling spring air, no wind, perfect temperature, sharing the experience with some very nice people, who love to ride as much as I do.
Lindy pointed out how fortunate we actually are: not a care in the world, no pressure, no-where to be, but where we chose to be. A fitting reminder that these are the GOOD days. May they last!
Now I can happily mark those 40 essays and not get distracted by the roar of the bikes on the coast road.
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