The fear didn’t stop me exploring an old abandoned hut, deep in the forest but. I found it to be called “Sheepskin Hut”, built in the 1930s by cattle drovers who grazed cattle and sheep in these forests. It’s a fantastic setting in thick forest and would be a great place to camp. This whole area has quite an interesting settlement history and I’ve bought a couple of books with the intention of gaining more knowledge and insight.
I emerged out on the Putty Road near the Howes Valley at the southern end of the 10 mile. I felt like I’d been ejected into space from a constricted capsule and just stood there for a good 5 minutes taking it all in. Then I hit the tar. Tar! I couldn’t believe a road could be so smooth after being bashed around for 4 hours! I did one of the smoothest runs of the 10 mile I’ve ever done. No braking, just flowing consistent speed. By the time I filled up 11.2L of fuel in Bulga, I’d clocked up over 250Ks on the tank, half of them on proper dirt roads which were slow going. Amazing fuel mileage from a pretty performant engine. All up I did over 450Ks for the day including 150Ks on dirt, long stints at 130 on the highway, city traffic and tarmac twisties. Sure, my arse wasn’t exactly enjoying the run home on the Putty in the gathering dusk but it was nothing a bit of HTFU didn’t fix.
This bike has blasted open my world of possibilities. Fucken Husky does everything and looks great while doing it! What a great bike.