9:30AM at the BP on General Holmes Drive near the Sydney Airport, Tony (Redmistracer), Paul (ConRod) and I mount our steeds and I ask “Are we the three musketeers or the 3 amigos?”. Paul, in his typically dry and irreverent Irish drawl says “The 3 stooges” and I thought “yeah, sounds about right.” Now 9:30AM might strike you as a bit of a late start if you’re planning to ride over 800 ks with plenty of twisties thrown in but the 3 of us are unfashionably laid back in rush-rush Sydney. In fact, if we laid back any more, we’d be queenslanders. You can’t beat those fuckers in the special Olympics for laid back people, they’re an hour behind everyone before they even wake up! But as my friend and world famous in Australia author Boris Mihailovic would say, “I’m getting ahead of myself here”.
The run upto Long Flat via Gloucester was uneventful except for getting stuck behind Highway Patrol Car number 202 for a large part of the run down from Gloucester to Taree. Luckily some grey nomad in an ancient caravan crossed the center line a few too many times ahead of us and distracted plod enough for us to sneak past. Long Flat was hot and quiet, with its saving grace being a single motorcycle parked outside, a beautiful black Multistrada 1100, which, in typical ducati tradition, was held together with duct tape. Well at least the left mirror was anyway. Presently we saw the sweaty, singlet clad figure of Wood-Duck emerging from the dark recesses of the pub with a broad smile and an extended hand. I had feared the worst after making him wait for an hour but he was generous in his forgiveness and we headed off to Gingers Creek without faffing.
Here’s a video of me watching Tony disappear into the shadows:
Anthony signed off at the Armidale roundabout on the New England Highway and we soldiered on to Glen Innes with thoughts of being handed cold beers by hot blondes as we lounged in the pool. We were granted 2 and a half out of our three wishes, the beers were not cold enough. Dinner was excellent though.
It’s a beaut road, the Bruxner. Not always the smoothest, while the melting tar made things even more interesting. Here’s a video of me following Cypher for most of the run. We bitched Reg and MickR along the way while catching up to the lead group of Lindsay, Tony and Redeye. It was amazing watching Cypher punt that Kat, right on the edge of his skinny tyres.
We pulled into Drake for a regroup and it was just as well coz I noticed ConRod’s speedo cable dangling under his front wheel. He was without a speedo for the rest of the trip, who needs a speedo anyway! I had a ball following Lindsay through some twisties before we hit Casino. Lindsay rolls into town, standing high on the pegs on the SM, surveying and intimidating all before him, like a fucken BOSS! He’s sexy and he knows it. In fact, he’s too sexy for his steed and she knows it too, coz she spat the dummy at Casino. Lindsay consulted Mick, who was unable to provide any help other than temporary comic relief:
Anyway, we carried on and I realized redeye was missing. Apparently he was all faffed out and had decided to carry on to Kyogle and wait under a tree for us. Seriously mate, you found the company of a tree preferable to us? The road out from Kyogle to Uki is spectacularly scenic and bumpy in equal measure. I was out in front enjoying myself when the first of those horrendous bumps jarred the shit out of me but Reg, who was behind me, had reserved his A-game for this bit of road. He waited impatiently behind me for a bit and then totally bitched me going downhill on one of those bumpy corners. Don’t know if his substantially greater weight weighed the bike down or the cunt is just nuts but he didn’t even slow down as I was rocking around losing all kinds of traction. Those Kats have been seriously impressive this weekend. Anyway, after being bitched I pretended to take an interest in the scenery and stopped to admire Mt Warning:
We popped into Dorrigo at dusk having seen at least 5 different mobs of wallabies on the side of the road. Luckily none of them jumped our way.
Paul and Tony had a classy bromantic dinner with candles and shit to celebrate our arrival
We rolled into Armidale to meet Tom (to see the SuperDuke really!) and caught him right in the middle of his favourite TV show, “The Love Boat”. I don’t think he appreciated us barging in like that coz he didn’t say a single word while we were there. His digital bitch on the other hand, couldn’t keep her mouth shut.
Was good to meet Tom, what a bloody fighter! Carry on the good fight mate and I look forward to following you out on the SuperDuke one day very soon.
I feel like I’ve written a lot, posted too many photos and videos and have still failed to convey much. JAF did it so much better. We pulled up at Mick’s place, he just looked at me, smiled broadly and said