Head West – heading home
Now we are in Victoria and sensing the end of our trip. But we still have 900km to drive and things to see and do along the way, including a ride on a paddlesteamer.
Now we are in Victoria and sensing the end of our trip. But we still have 900km to drive and things to see and do along the way, including a ride on a paddlesteamer.
Dad has been wanting to do a trip together for a number of years. So this is our Charlie and Boots trip – in a Holden but with no fishing, no hitch-hikers, and not any much shenanigans…
With under three weeks before I get a new shoulder installed followed by months of rehabilitation, I’m going to be off the bike for some time. So, I need one more decent ride before then.
There are a few rides that we’ve talked about doing for many years, the two main ones, Tasmania and Victoria’s Great Ocean Road. Both iconic destinations in their own right and both great riding destinations. We’ve had plans for Tassie a number of times over the last three decades but they’ve always fallen through, and while I’ve done the Great Ocean Road a few times we haven’t ridden it together.
With Deb having a conference in Melbourne on the weekend we booked ourselves a week off to ride the Great Ocean before I drop her at the conference and I’ll continue riding to meet up with some long distance riding friends in Echuca for our annual muster.
On Tuesday Deb said why don’t you go for a ride for a couple of days as I won’t be able to get away. With the statement still hanging in the air I was already planning where to go and like a cartoon all that remained of me was a dust outline, and I was outta here.
The plan was simple – drop in on a mate in Wagga who has recently just got out of hospital and then head west to check out a few more painted grain silos in west Victoria, find somewhere to camp overnight, and head home the next day.
This morning I was going for a ride with Ed who is heading to Western Australia to visit his folks as he hasn’t seen them since before Covid. I had set my alarm for 3:45am and was planning to meet Ed on the highway at 4:45am and tag along with him for 500km to Hay where I would peel off and drop down into Victoria and check out some more silo and water tower art to add to my collection before heading home. I packed an overnight bag in case I needed to stop.
A quick look in the rear vision mirror and Ed had gone, and in that instant I knew exactly what happened. Ah crap this isn’t good! With a sinking feeling I head back not knowing what I was going to find… A few months ago I noticed an issue with my trailer’s suspension and after…
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).
When Deb initially mentioned the weekend to me she suggested we take the bike. Okay, she had me at bike…. so we decided to make it into a long long weekend by taking Friday and Monday off and do a bit of exploring.
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