Back in the 40s during World War II a secret base was built at Lake Boga in heart of Victoria to service and repair Catalina flying boats. When Ed suggested a ride to Lake Boga to check out the Catalina Museum I had to look up what a Catalina was, and where Lake Boga was as I really hadn’t heard of either. And although I’m not a plane buff I am always interested in checking out interesting history.
Covid19 has consumed our lives for the past couple of years, but there now appears to be light at the end of the tunnel. With restrictions lifting I have been able to get out on the bike and ride beyond the ACT borders.
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.
I’ve had this post sitting in draft for a few months and then a friend asked about changing the fuel filter in a ZX14R today (or 1400GTR), so it was time to put everything together from my experience and publish it.
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.
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.
Weekend motorcycle ride to the western NSW town of Wilcannia for the inauguration of the Iron Butt Association (IBA) Australia memorial. An opportunity to ride, camp, hang out with friends, and remember friends no longer with us.
It’s two months since our ride in the Swiss alps and we are craving more time in the mountains. Last minute plans saw us on the bike and heading for the Australian high country for an early Spring ride.