Sir Francis
Displaced person
I jumped at the chance of an extended test ride on a new Victory Judge.
I didn’t really give the gang at Victory Motorcycles in Elizabeth Street the chance to open the store Saturday morning before I was knocking on the door. Man, what a showroom!
I swapped the keys to my Mighty Triumph Scrambler for an orange one.
I did pretty well avoiding the morning traffic on the ride out to the Yarra Valley.
A little off road through the Black Spur.
Back on the bitumen towards Narbethong.
It sure was different to the Mighty Scrambler trying to punt the Judge along the back roads into Alexandra .
I met up with Miss KT and Tyson the BMW packmule at the Giddy Goat in Yarck.
Now I was going to make a joke that these were the only bikes I overtook all weekend, but then I encountered the Ducati riders on some flowing corners…
A little out of Tatong, we entered echnida alley. They were out in plague proportions. I stopped to give this little fella a pat.
We stopped at a favourite café for late lunch.
And made the regular order of potato roesti – one serve each and one serve for spare…
After lunch, the locals went all out to give me the rockstar Victory experience. I was given a private invitation to a roadside event by a man called Officer. Man, what a party…there was whoop-whoop sirens and blinking and flashing lights.
I had to smile at the irony. The first time I am caught speeding on a motorcycle in 15 years and it happens when I am on a cruiser…
I had arranged an audience with Bright royalty for the evening. We met up with Famous Rog and the even more famous Famous Lolita at the brewery.
The promised showers finally arrived.
With it still pelting down, we journeyed to the top pub in Harrietville for dinner.
I didn’t really give the gang at Victory Motorcycles in Elizabeth Street the chance to open the store Saturday morning before I was knocking on the door. Man, what a showroom!
I swapped the keys to my Mighty Triumph Scrambler for an orange one.
I did pretty well avoiding the morning traffic on the ride out to the Yarra Valley.
A little off road through the Black Spur.
Back on the bitumen towards Narbethong.
It sure was different to the Mighty Scrambler trying to punt the Judge along the back roads into Alexandra .
I met up with Miss KT and Tyson the BMW packmule at the Giddy Goat in Yarck.
Now I was going to make a joke that these were the only bikes I overtook all weekend, but then I encountered the Ducati riders on some flowing corners…
A little out of Tatong, we entered echnida alley. They were out in plague proportions. I stopped to give this little fella a pat.
We stopped at a favourite café for late lunch.
And made the regular order of potato roesti – one serve each and one serve for spare…
After lunch, the locals went all out to give me the rockstar Victory experience. I was given a private invitation to a roadside event by a man called Officer. Man, what a party…there was whoop-whoop sirens and blinking and flashing lights.
I had to smile at the irony. The first time I am caught speeding on a motorcycle in 15 years and it happens when I am on a cruiser…
I had arranged an audience with Bright royalty for the evening. We met up with Famous Rog and the even more famous Famous Lolita at the brewery.
The promised showers finally arrived.
With it still pelting down, we journeyed to the top pub in Harrietville for dinner.
