Goin' Troppo part 2 here:
http://www.austouring.com/forum/showthread.php?t=973
(All photos courtesy of all digicam-bearing members of the bunch)
Day 1 Melbourne-Brisbane-Esk
Straight up, let’s get some bits out of the way… the most exciting breakdown was a lost nut of the Guzzi’s gearlever-linkage…The only “rider-down” was Yours Truly…walking backwards into a bench in Yea on the last day…and dropping face first onto the footpath (but that’s what the gear is for, aye?).
Contrary to the weather down south, we had brilliant sunshine all the way.... blue skies and sunburn-through-the-visor.
Somehow the days were too short though….despite the 5.30/ 6.00am starts, just as the moon and sun shook hands on their alternating shifts. Lights-out around 9pm does that somehow…
And the COLD…sparkling mornings, tents frozen, a thin white coating on everything, deciduous trees in full colour glowing away in the first, white light….then seemingly burning up in the slanted, golden, late afternoon light.
The only clouded skies hit on the 2. day and didn’t look all that wet initially….but leaving O’Reillys for Canungra in Southern Qld under a black cloud should’ve been a warning.
“It’ll be a shower only”….yeah, sure…and what a shower it was. Visibility down to 20 meters through the hundreds of twisties on the winding, narrow road… the heavens opened up, big time. Canungra saw us glad to have made it back, soaked to the bone.
The Motel opposite the Laundromat suddenly had “No Vacancies” after we moved in; the driers in the Laundromat got stuffed even with leathers/ boots and gloves (low heat).
The only other gray skies and 30-second/ 3-drops were found on the last day, 5km from home.
No member of the “fleet” let us down, all bikes ran perfectly….even the Italian contingent of the Guzzi Breva and the two Pegasos (as the rest were Suzukis, nothing untoward was expected there anyway ).
Just the rubber got a bit thin towards the end of the trip :?
Matt, Loz, Goodie and Pete
Loz pissed off at only flying up....but not riding down.
The maxi-cab pickup was a bit confusing, but soon after arrival at Bris airport we found ourselves wheeling the bikes out of the “Bikes-Only” storage facilities. The 2 Pegasos had a damaged mirror each. Apart from that no damage was to be found.
Then I discovered that I’d left my bike-keys at home…in the other jacket…
DOOHH !!
Time to scrounge around the bike and find the “hidden” spare… “old” tourers do that sort of thing…and found it! Gary bought me a "fitting keyring" !! :?
As Mt. Glorious seems to be the Weekend-Dickhead-Racetrack equivalent to the Reefton/Black Spurs here in Vic, the group fumbled its way through Brisbane into Samford and on to Mt. Mee. Delightful twisties, little traffic and fantastic views once up on the ridge, the distinct caps of the Glasshouse Mtns. sticking out from the flat coastal area.
More twisties along the way to D’Aguilar and the bakery at Kilcoy for a real-late lunch.
Time to cut loose a bit through the twisties (gotta get a feel for things with the packs on the back ) along Somerset Dam, what a sweet piece of road…and all amongst a smorgasbord of autumn colours, yeeha !
The low sun cuts long shadows, the afternoon is getting on…. time to pitch tents in Esk. Everyone agrees…if living in Brisbane, this loop could easily be completed by boogie-ing through the Mt. Glorious twisties back into town, it sure makes a fantastic day ride.
After pitching tents it was off to the pub for a drink or 3 and some tucker. Gosh, it was warm. Bottoms up, mate!
Left to right: Garry, Tim, Moira, Karel, Marty, Sasha, Pete, Nigel....with Goodie taking the shot.
Pete becomes the latest member of the Nackt Arsch Klub (bare-arse club)
Peace in the camp....or not
A Strom gone Troppo
http://www.austouring.com/forum/showthread.php?t=973
(All photos courtesy of all digicam-bearing members of the bunch)
Day 1 Melbourne-Brisbane-Esk
Straight up, let’s get some bits out of the way… the most exciting breakdown was a lost nut of the Guzzi’s gearlever-linkage…The only “rider-down” was Yours Truly…walking backwards into a bench in Yea on the last day…and dropping face first onto the footpath (but that’s what the gear is for, aye?).
Contrary to the weather down south, we had brilliant sunshine all the way.... blue skies and sunburn-through-the-visor.
Somehow the days were too short though….despite the 5.30/ 6.00am starts, just as the moon and sun shook hands on their alternating shifts. Lights-out around 9pm does that somehow…
And the COLD…sparkling mornings, tents frozen, a thin white coating on everything, deciduous trees in full colour glowing away in the first, white light….then seemingly burning up in the slanted, golden, late afternoon light.
The only clouded skies hit on the 2. day and didn’t look all that wet initially….but leaving O’Reillys for Canungra in Southern Qld under a black cloud should’ve been a warning.
“It’ll be a shower only”….yeah, sure…and what a shower it was. Visibility down to 20 meters through the hundreds of twisties on the winding, narrow road… the heavens opened up, big time. Canungra saw us glad to have made it back, soaked to the bone.
The Motel opposite the Laundromat suddenly had “No Vacancies” after we moved in; the driers in the Laundromat got stuffed even with leathers/ boots and gloves (low heat).
The only other gray skies and 30-second/ 3-drops were found on the last day, 5km from home.
No member of the “fleet” let us down, all bikes ran perfectly….even the Italian contingent of the Guzzi Breva and the two Pegasos (as the rest were Suzukis, nothing untoward was expected there anyway ).
Just the rubber got a bit thin towards the end of the trip :?
Matt, Loz, Goodie and Pete
Loz pissed off at only flying up....but not riding down.
The maxi-cab pickup was a bit confusing, but soon after arrival at Bris airport we found ourselves wheeling the bikes out of the “Bikes-Only” storage facilities. The 2 Pegasos had a damaged mirror each. Apart from that no damage was to be found.
Then I discovered that I’d left my bike-keys at home…in the other jacket…
DOOHH !!
Time to scrounge around the bike and find the “hidden” spare… “old” tourers do that sort of thing…and found it! Gary bought me a "fitting keyring" !! :?
As Mt. Glorious seems to be the Weekend-Dickhead-Racetrack equivalent to the Reefton/Black Spurs here in Vic, the group fumbled its way through Brisbane into Samford and on to Mt. Mee. Delightful twisties, little traffic and fantastic views once up on the ridge, the distinct caps of the Glasshouse Mtns. sticking out from the flat coastal area.
More twisties along the way to D’Aguilar and the bakery at Kilcoy for a real-late lunch.
Time to cut loose a bit through the twisties (gotta get a feel for things with the packs on the back ) along Somerset Dam, what a sweet piece of road…and all amongst a smorgasbord of autumn colours, yeeha !
The low sun cuts long shadows, the afternoon is getting on…. time to pitch tents in Esk. Everyone agrees…if living in Brisbane, this loop could easily be completed by boogie-ing through the Mt. Glorious twisties back into town, it sure makes a fantastic day ride.
After pitching tents it was off to the pub for a drink or 3 and some tucker. Gosh, it was warm. Bottoms up, mate!
Left to right: Garry, Tim, Moira, Karel, Marty, Sasha, Pete, Nigel....with Goodie taking the shot.
Pete becomes the latest member of the Nackt Arsch Klub (bare-arse club)
Peace in the camp....or not
A Strom gone Troppo