Sir Francis
Displaced person
A bit of a mix-up meant we skipped breakfast and made an early start on the Bonang.
We stopped at the dirt so Fuzzy could be first.
The road into Bombala where Williamson was already waiting.
Killer bacon-egg rolls and wraps at the Bombala bakery. Seriously good.
I think my Triumph was a little jealous at all the attention the KTM was getting and so spat it.
An inspired ride across to Berridale and Adaminaby where more of Fuzzy’s fan-bois were waiting.
Trout looks fresh.
An absolute hoot over the top to Kiandra where they’ve painted the lines in KTM orange.
Sil’s tyre was a little thin in the middle so the Tyre Whisper was called into action at Cabrumurra.
Apparently, first you need to whisper sweet sweet thoughts…
And then you massage the rubber from the edges towards the middle…
A couple of nervous moments for everyone on the Elliot Way where the road had melted but a blissful ride across the valley floor and climb towards Tumbarumba.
A short hop and we were at the Walwa pub.
Nice beer garden and super meals.
They are quite selective as to who they will let stay there. So much so, they’ve made a sign. Good thing we were traveling with a lodger.
A pretty quiet night made for another early start.
Williamson jumped off at Tangangalanga. Famous Rog stayed home after lunch in Myrtleford.
Now what is Fuzzy doing waiting in a bus stop at Tolmie?
Home 15 minutes before the rain began.
Trip distance: 1,491 km for me.
We stopped at the dirt so Fuzzy could be first.
The road into Bombala where Williamson was already waiting.
Killer bacon-egg rolls and wraps at the Bombala bakery. Seriously good.
I think my Triumph was a little jealous at all the attention the KTM was getting and so spat it.
An inspired ride across to Berridale and Adaminaby where more of Fuzzy’s fan-bois were waiting.
Trout looks fresh.
An absolute hoot over the top to Kiandra where they’ve painted the lines in KTM orange.
Sil’s tyre was a little thin in the middle so the Tyre Whisper was called into action at Cabrumurra.
Apparently, first you need to whisper sweet sweet thoughts…
And then you massage the rubber from the edges towards the middle…
A couple of nervous moments for everyone on the Elliot Way where the road had melted but a blissful ride across the valley floor and climb towards Tumbarumba.
A short hop and we were at the Walwa pub.
Nice beer garden and super meals.
They are quite selective as to who they will let stay there. So much so, they’ve made a sign. Good thing we were traveling with a lodger.
A pretty quiet night made for another early start.
Williamson jumped off at Tangangalanga. Famous Rog stayed home after lunch in Myrtleford.
Now what is Fuzzy doing waiting in a bus stop at Tolmie?
Home 15 minutes before the rain began.
Trip distance: 1,491 km for me.