First apology to Andrea who is writing the real and factual ride report, as this report only barely has any connection with what really happened.
Now how does one start a ride report.
It was a dark and stormy night, no not that one.
It was a warm sunny day and all the cracks had gathered for the fray. Nope been done before; now once more with feeeeling, On a fine sunny morning a mob of Ulyssesians had gathered to ride off into the mountains.....
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| Ride leader Andrew |
Andrew was our ride leader and gave the briefing of what, who, why and where (but did not include photographs with circles, arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one.). This did however include corner marking and a tail end charlie (me, cause I had a hi-vis vest).
So leaving fashionably late we headed south and after many fascinating highway kilometres we arrived at Nimmitabel for the first coffee/tea or whatever. This involved using most of the parking opposite the bakery and taking over the tables out the front.
30 minutes later and after a requisite photo op we once again headed south through light traffic and very nice weather (remember this) turning off the highway (thank goodness) to travel through the back roads to Dalgety.
Fortunately the traffic had generally been well behaved (one equal opportunity car driver who tailgated trucks/car/motorcyles) and we rode together into Jindabyne. (Actually we regrouped outside of town so we could look impressive riding into town but this was foiled by the traffic control lights at roadworks, ah the best laid plans)
There was a very short food break (some called it lunch) where I had an excellent discussion with Andrea that if it sounded healthy it must be (I used this as a rationale for a lemon cheesecake later in the day as lemon is a fruit and good for you, cheese in moderation is good for you and I had a small slice, cake makes your feel good so 2 out of 3).
After filling up the motorcycles that have either small tanks or thirsty motors (or both) we had our final briefing (actual a change of route) as the skies where looking Dark and Stormy. Unfortunately some riders did get wet before we arrived at Cooma but it was not from the rain rather a full cattle truck that was difficult to pass (yuck)
So the final stop was at Cooma to make sure we are all here (and ice creams) after which we mostly made our own way home either via the Santa Store at Bredbo or cafe at Bredbo (that had really good lemon cheesecake although not as good as my wife's). While it threatened to rain, I got home dry.
It was a good day, good ride and don't ride close to cattle trucks its yucky.
Mike
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| Tail end Charlie (Mike) |
