Castlemaine Sunday 4th
September, 2005
Honda CBR929 Ben Warden (lead) Suzuki GSXR1000 Lyn
Honda CBR929 Ian Payne Suzuki Hayabusa Wayne & Joanne Nimmo
Honda CBR1000 Paul Southwell Suzuki Hayabusa Pearl Manor (1st ride)
Honda CBR900 Shane Hindle Suzuki Bandit Ron Johnston
Honda CBR1100 Martin Hastie (rear) Cagiva Raptor 1000 Alex Frieburg (1st ride)
Honda VFR750 Renzo Cunico Yamaha R1 Geoff Jones
13 bikes, 14 people Yamaha R6 Joel Haley
Rob Langer rang Ben on Friday morning, apologizing for not being able to attend the General Meeting because of surgery on his forehead after slashing it on a sheet of corrugated iron, a renovation mishap. Leading the Sunday ride seemed pretty unlikely also. Rob, I do hope you’re OK. So Ben stepped up to lead this one, throwing in a bit of exploration in the afternoon.
When I arrived at Whittlesea, 11 other riders were there already. Shane, who’ll be along on the Towong weekend, Paul, leading our much anticipated Dargo weekend, Joel, of course, Ian (the Godfather), Wayne and Joanne, great to see you back, Ron Johnston, giving the Bandit another try, Geoff, our hilarious lunchtime entertainer, and Martin, on his first ride back after his bike insurance restoration.
Another
Hayabusa and a Cagiva Raptor were fueling up. It turns out their riders were
joining in as well. One of the riders was
With Martin as rear rider we head up the hill through Kinglake West, eventually turning left at Flowerdale towards Strath Creek.
Getting close to the left hand turn at Goulburn Valley Highway, and I’m pretty sure it is a long way back to the rear rider so I’ve got enough time to dash behind that big eucalypt. Paul slows down as I’m hopping off. I signal him all is ok. I realise I’ve picked a bad spot to be quick with because there a lot of broken tree limbs strewn all around with long green grass growing through making it a bit of an obstacle course to get to the tree, so I’m watching each step - instead of where I’m going. Oh shit! A black snake sunning itself. After living in Flowerdale and Eildon I am used to getting close to them. Other people had been living there all their lives and never see one. Not me. Saw four in just one season in Flowerdale. One of ‘em got as big a fright as I did and couldn’t get away and rolled down the embankment in the backyard towards me.
Sorry, got
distracted, back to the day. Nobody else had gone past yet, so I’ll be looking
for another spot to stop. When I got up to the
I stopped under the Hume bridge to mark the Pyalong turn off. On my own and in the shade with no chance of snakes here; no long grass and a good few minutes to spare. Shane pulls up and I’m dying to tell someone else my snake story.
Meanwhile, eight kilometers ahead Joel is hanging a U turn to assist Alex who has not quite negotiated a left hander onto a narrow bridge with gravel across the entrance, just before the Pyalong Seymour road. (That is, he lost the front end in the gravel and crashed into the armco. …Ed.) Alex is adjusting his mirror when I eventually roll by. He has two other helpers, so I continue on.
Heading for Pyalong, Ben appoints corner markers at the marked 45 km/h turnoff to Broadford, which has, in the recent past, split the ride. Having two first timers with us, I guess he thought it a good idea. (It was members who stuffed up the last two times. And with the new signage it could be ambiguous…Ed.) This was probably lucky, twice over. Ian and Wayne pulled up with me. There were also a couple of fluoro-jacket clad corner markers for a push bike race, witches hats and their car, so a pretty happening spot. Ian and Wayne were asked to move their bikes because there was a cop setting up with radar! Some of the group had already gone through, but Ian decided it was a good idea to head back and warn the remainder of the group. Thanks Ian.
Ron and Geoff were back at the intersection of Daisyburn Road (Tallarook) and the Seymour–Pyalong Road, waiting for the crash site to clear, while Enzo and I now sat at the Northern Highway 18 km away in Pyalong, with Ian and Wayne in the middle somewhere. It was a long wait with riders trickling through. Finally, Martin arrived, escorting Alex, who headed straight down the highway, a split in the radiator the result of hitting the armco on the bridge, forcing an early retirement. Later reports indicate he made it home without further mishap.
We dog-legged onto the Lancefield road, a gem which brings us out a few kilometres north of Lancefield where we refueled and had morning tea. I’m eager to retell my snake story, which lands me with the write up. Ian leaves us here, expecting to have travelled further with us ‘cept for the holdup. He has granddaddy duties to attend to.
After a leisurely break, we head north out of Lancefield three kays, then left onto Bourke and Wills track, a notoriously bumpy road. With Joanne reportedly doing fine, it was a hell of a rough first ride back.
The leader turned left at Mia Mia just past where Joel had collected a galah, the impact folding his bike’s mirror back, absorbing the shock before hitting his arm in a puff of feathers. The galah then ejected out of the right hand side of his bike, spinning to the ground. We corner marked at Redesdale. No damage, just a lot of white powdery stuff on his jacket.
Through Sutton
Grange and skip across the Calder to Chewton, then onto Castlemaine where we
refuel and then regroup at the bakery.
Maybe just as
well
As we mounted
up, Paul departed for home along the highway to be part of the crowd watching
the first Australian League Soccer in
We headed back to Chewton and turned right to Fryerstown. Ben is exploring new roads. We ride around the outskirts of a recent shower which has dampened the roads, just enough to keep the dust down on a couple of kilometers of dirt. Through to Lauriston where the map was consulted followed by an unintentional short loop through Kyneton, skirting around Lauriston Reservoir and back to Lauriston. Back on track to Tylden via the Springhill road, then onto Woodend to regroup.
Joel refuels
and Shane leaves the ride for home. We headed around a few twisties at the base
of Mt Macedon. Geoff continues over the Mt. and on to home. Down the up road,
or is it up the down road? It is the famous
Another fantastic, fun-filled day. Thanks Ben, who never fails to give us a good ride, and thanks Martin who did the day’s rear riding.
Lyn
Duncan (Suzuki GSXR1000)