Some days you just need a ride. A day in the saddle. A day to sit and let the world wash over you. A day to just decompress.
Today’s ride will take me to Bathurst, along the Bylong Valley Way where I will bid Russell farewell and I head home via the Putty into Sydney and then durge home the last 300km in the dark on the Freeway.
Dad my bike has done it again… After the last big down pour of rain Emma’s Suzuki SV650 drowned after water flooded the front spark plug well shorting and killing the front cylinder. The bike doesn’t go well on only one cylinder. As it happened after work I assumed that water had sprayed up from…
There’s always a process after purchasing a bike, whether new or second hand, of transforming it into something that fits you and your needs. That could be adding farkles or just setting up the ergonomics for you. It could be just to make it look cool when it’s outside your favorite cafe. Or getting ready for that transcontinental trip you’re planning.
For us the ST represents two up adventures out on the open road. Sharing time together. So the bike needs to be set up with that in mind – capable of big comfortable touring miles. So I have been doing some work on upgrading the lights, improving the suspension, getting a better seat, and seeing what I can do about the screen.
As we exit the airport my sunnies fog up instantly as we hit the wall of heat and humidity. Welcome to Far North Queensland. I don’t often fly domestically as I usually ride or drive, so it’s a bit disorienting as I don’t quite have a sense of how far north we really are. Cairns is 2,500km north of Canberra via the most direct route, or 2,900km if you follow the coast.
This is a quick weekend trip to visit friends who recently relocated to Cairns for work and to pinch one of his bikes to see some of the sights and ride some of the roads I’ve heard so much about.
Following our Yellowstone / Canada EagleRider tour in 2018 it was clear we would be doing a lot more of this style of touring. We followed that with a week touring Switzerland on a bike in 2019 with friends we met on the US/Canada tour and that just settled it. We were going to need a more tour friendly bike that we could both enjoy.
We have now sat on and ridden many different bikes. Our prefence was the BMW K1600GT that we rode in Switzerland but even an early model one is about double our budget. We both loved it, it has an amazing motor with huge amount of torque and all the mod-cons. One day. But for now we have to settle on something a lot more affordable.
For a number of years I struggled to find a camp chair for motorcycle camping that was small, light and comfortable. No you don’t need a chair but its nice to sit and have a cuppa at the end of the day.
I remember when I finally threw out the tripod chair in disgust and hit google trying to find a suitable option. My requirements, small, light, it had to have a back, and it had to be comfortable. This is when I found Helinox.
I love my Helinox chair.
A quick look back at our 2019 through photos and the scary finish of the year and start of 2020 with monster fires in Australia.
We need to say yes more often. This weekend I took up the offer to go riding with a new group of people. We took in many great roads in the NSW and Victorian high country and had a lot of fun just hanging out with a new group of riders.
While I’ve completed a few of these rides now, I wouldn’t say they are easy, just that our approach to them is more casual. We know what it takes. A ride like this is not about speed it’s about consistency. It’s spending time in the saddle not in the cafe sipping your latte.
The Saddle Sore 1600, or 1600km in 24 hours. The minimum endurance ride certified by the Iron Butt Association (IBA).
This weekend wasn’t about a big ride. It was a chance to simply get out for a ride in the mountains, do some camping, and just hang out with a couple of mates. A chance to escape the city and just be in the moment. Enjoy the scenery, the road, and the angry growl of a 14 echoing off mountain walls. Just enjoying being alive.
In motorcycle circles, there is often talk about cars not seeing you, or cutting you off. I have to believe that people aren’t actually out there to get me. I would be really worried if that was the case.
I believe that largely it isn’t that we aren’t visible but that we aren’t seen?