Jeeralang North (near Morwell) Sunday 24th
February, 2008
Ben Warden (leader) |
Honda CBR954 |
Cameron Stevens |
Yamaha FZ6 |
Nic Jacka |
Honda CBR600 |
Marty Thompson |
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Pina Garasi (rear rider) |
Yamaha R6 |
Rachel Howard |
Honda Spada 250 |
It was like riding in winter again, riding down the Monash to the Berwick meeting point. The weather did its usual trick of fooling me into thinking that all was fine before I left home. Then about half way down the down the Monash, after passing the second police presence in the 80km zone, the rain started pouring down. I wasn’t wearing my wets so had to stop to change into them, as I only really put them on now if I’m desperate. I find that the jacket-flap factor is even more pronounced riding a naked bike than it was on the gixxer.
At the meeting point we had a first time
rider, Rachel, join us on her Honda Spada which she
shuffled along quite well. Marty Thompson turned up on a 2001 Kawasaki ZRX1200.
Marty reports that the ride position is near identical to that of the BMW which
he traded in. We didn’t have a huge turn out partly due to a cold and mixed
weather forecast and partly due to some of the more regular riders being off on
the
Morning tea was at the Korumburra bakery after
which Marty and Rachel left the group and headed for home. [Marty had only planned coming as far as Berwick to discuss the
That left Ben, Nick, Pina and I to enjoy the rest of the ride. Ben took us down some less travelled back roads on the way to Churchill. [The weather fined up almost immediately! We investigated five roads heading south from the highway between Boolarra and Churchill, all of which eventually turned to dirt, but all climbing steeply into the mountains on good bitumen before doing so, offering spectacular views back across the Latrobe Valley. The further east we went, the better the roads got…Ed.]
Going up the Jeeralang North (final one) we were greeted by two large black cows grazing at the side of the road. On the return trip, one of the cows spooked me as it was running straight along the side of the road. A quick blip of the throttle while smiling through clenched teeth, and I was past it.
Lunch and a fuel stop were at Churchill. We visited a KFC like chicken shop which wasn’t too bad. I received one of the largest serves of medium size chips in my life which others in the group kindly help me consume.
[The
ride continued north on new roads towards Morwell, skirting around the large
power station cooling pond, eventually picking up the main
The break-up point was at Drouin where the wind blew my helmet off my tank onto the ground breaking the visor’s base plate. Lucky for me, Ben had silver packaging tape on hand which we used to tape the visor back onto the helmet. Once on, I couldn’t tell it was taped up, other than by the fact that I would lift the visor. I’ll try and find a new base plate later in the week. However, my wife is badgering me to buy a new helmet as this one has already had a knock.
Cameron
Stevens