This ride was done sometime in winter 2012. First run on the Dorsoduro I think it was!
It was a good day, actually scratch that, it was a bloody good day!
5 of us left McGraths Hill at the base of the Blue Mountains around 8:30, was a bright and crisp morning with not a cloud in the sky. Pete and I run a similar pace through the twisties and have ridden many miles together. Pete is a giant of a man, is on his Ps and rides a LAMS SV650 (which he may or may not have accidentally derestricted) but don’t let that fool you, he’s bloody quick and demolished the field in yellow group at his last track day at Eastern Creek. He’s just bloody talented, the bastard!
That is Pete in the background. Yes, that’s a full size motorcycle, yes the seat only reaches his knees
It was a good day, actually scratch that, it was a bloody good day!
5 of us left McGraths Hill at the base of the Blue Mountains around 8:30, was a bright and crisp morning with not a cloud in the sky. Pete and I run a similar pace through the twisties and have ridden many miles together. Pete is a giant of a man, is on his Ps and rides a LAMS SV650 (which he may or may not have accidentally derestricted) but don’t let that fool you, he’s bloody quick and demolished the field in yellow group at his last track day at Eastern Creek. He’s just bloody talented, the bastard!
That is Pete in the background. Yes, that’s a full size motorcycle, yes the seat only reaches his knees
Tony calls himself “redmistracer” in cyberspace. He is an accomplished racer and took out a race win on his ZXR400 at his last outing at Wakefield Park. He doesn’t ride on the road much but it’s always a pleasure to ride with him. He just hangs back with us and takes it easy while we’re huffing and puffing and hanging off like poofs.
That’s Tony near Hampton later in the day
That’s Tony near Hampton later in the day
Jeff is a recovering carfag and a VFR800 is helping his rehabilitation. He's a good guy and fun to have along on a ride but he did not make it to the podium on this ride. Therefore, there are no pikchurs of him.
Prez is a crazy Czechman who counts possum fighting (this involves him fighting with a possum, not 2 possums fighting each other) as one of his hobbies. He reckons that a pole dancing class is a metrosexual man’s best chance at scoring with the opposite sex. I reckon it’s a pretty safe bet to score with the same sex as well. He rides a CBR954.
Here we are all at the halfway house on the Putty
Prez is a crazy Czechman who counts possum fighting (this involves him fighting with a possum, not 2 possums fighting each other) as one of his hobbies. He reckons that a pole dancing class is a metrosexual man’s best chance at scoring with the opposite sex. I reckon it’s a pretty safe bet to score with the same sex as well. He rides a CBR954.
Here we are all at the halfway house on the Putty
I had a cracking run through the 10mile, with Tony following. Pete was struggling a bit as his shock had had enough of his considerable weight crashing onto it at regular intervals and was refusing to co-operate with his demands. Got to Bulga at 10 and waited till 10:30 in case OldGriffo turned up which he didn’t. I used the time to reduce the tyre pressures and soften the suspension as it was too harsh and the bike was skipping about on bumps over 150.
Jeff turned back at Bulga cos he’s still got a bit of fag in him and we continued onto the Golden Hwy, Sandy Hollow and turned onto the Bylong Valley Way. The BVW always puts me in 2 minds, the awesome road urges me to crack on through at breakneck speed while the beautiful scenery tempts me to slow down and take it all in. Today I did the former, I was just having too much fun to stop for pics.
This is us at Bylong, where we stopped to let Prez, who was riding like a girl today, catch up
A magnificent lunch was had at the Globe Hotel at Rylstone, while lounging around in the sunny lawns. Tony reminded me to take a pic of the food as that sort of stuff can really push up the ratings of your post on BikeMe (where this ride was posted).
From there we proceeded onto the Sofala road. Prez proved his homosexual tendencies by forsaking the manly pleasures of the Sofala road to slab it back and watch a footy game, bloody footyfag! Tony, Pete and I flew in formation along the incredible twists, turns, dips and rises of the Sofala road but it was all too short as we hit Kelso before climaxing. The climax came on the Oberon to Lithgow road, which we annihilated ferociously, before stopping near Hampton for a rest and some scenic shots.
All up we did about 700Ks, narrowly missed taking out a wallaby (on the Putty road) and a wombat (near Hampton), had a great feed and went home to hot showers (not together) with huge grins. Yeah, was a bloody good day!
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