It’s been the best riding trip I have ever done in Australia. On Day1 the standout was riding the Snowy Mountains Hwy from Cooma to Tumut with Ben and Steve. We rode like maniacs to a setting sun and the run through the national park was just magic. The scenery was spectacular, the surface was smooth, traffic was non-existent and the Dorso was on fire. Me? I was just hanging on. I kept Ben and Steve at bay through the tight stuff but they blasted past on the open sweepers after Kiandra. I stopped and took some photos on the banks of the Talbingo Lake
Soon after, Daz and I dropped out of the race and were banging along merrily when Res entered the scene. The road opened up somewhat and he went past us like 22 bastards only to back right off after the first tight corner. Apparently he had his front wash out a bit and we could smell the effects of it behind him. He motioned us to go past and to add insult to injury, Daz went round him on the outside of the corner, reached over and shook his handlebars while leaned over. I think Res was close to tears at this point.
Day 3 was the best riding of the trip. The Jameison-Eildon road was my favourite of the whole trip. Luke and I were on each other’s back wheel the whole bloody way and we also entertained Ben and Adam for a while. The other highlights of this run were watching Daz use every inch of the road (on both sides) in his pursuit of cornering excellence. On being accosted later about breaking road rules, he explained that the center line is more like a guideline than a rule. Much knowledge is to be had from chatting with that man. And of course, I was privileged enough to watch Canning in action on this road too……for about 20 seconds. The man literally disappeared after the 2nd corner, I mean fucked right off. That fucker is a sight to behold and he made us all feel pretty CRTish.
The Reefton Spur is another incredible piece of road. It goes through some amazing rainforest, is tight, twisty, a bit treacherous and goes on for fucking ever. It is magic. I’d lost the lead pack somewhere and eventually caught up with Canning’s girl, Mal. She was banging along all right and I was happy to just sit behind her for most of it.
This is at Warburton, beautiful spot next to the Yarra river, at the base of the Reefton Spur
The 3 days were spent in a haze of noise, smoke, music and partying watching the very best motorcycle riders riding the fastest motorcycles on earth in a setting unrivalled in the world for its atmosphere and sense of the dramatic. Watching Stoner drift that bike through Turn 3 (now Stoner corner!) at over 250KMPH was just unbelievable and certainly one of the highlights of the whole trip.
On motorcycle trips I have done till date, the riding has always been the most enjoyable and cherished part of the experience. This is the first time that as phenomenal as the riding was, the people were more phenomenalER. Ever since I joined BikeMe, I’ve been amazed at the quality and diversity of the people that inhabit that place in the web and one of the reasons I signed up for this trip was to see for myself if the personalities really lived up to the online personas. And as I related my observations to Boris during a particularly heartfelt drunken conversation, it’s all for real, these fuckers really exist and the vibe in real life is exactly the same as the online version. It’s fucking special,this BikeMe thing.