Strathbogie
Sunday 25th
September, 2005
Honda CBR929 Simon Trubiano Yamaha
TRX850 Tony Raditsis
Honda CBR929 Ben Warden Kawasaki
ZX12R Greg Jeffrey
(1st ride)
Honda CBR1000 Paul Southwell Yamaha YZF1000 Cameron Burgess (1st ride for
years)
Honda CBR1000F Paul Punicki Yamaha
R1 Geoff Jones (rear
rider)
Suzuki GSXR1000 Lyn
Yamaha R6 Joel Haley 11 bikes, 11 people
Good turnout,
Geoff offers to rear ride - some one has to do it, just like the write-up.
Greg was filling
up when I asked if he was joining us. He was heading to Winton to watch a club
day and thought he would join in for a while. Lots of bikes going through
Whittlesea today; I passed a group of about 30 on my way to the
Up the Great
Diving Range through Flowerdale, left to Strath Creek, (no stopping to look for
snakes), right at Goulburn Valley Highway, then left to Ghin Ghin, Highlands,
Caveat and Gobur. What a great little cruise that brings us out on the
Geoff is on his
Sunday quest to find the best pie in
We head 15 km
north on the highway and turn left at Merton. Greg looks like he is getting sucked
along with the rest of us, Winton idea fading fast. This next 15 km section I
remember as being terribly bumpy, with potholes and gravel everywhere. But that
was quite a while ago. It is a magic piece of road now, as Tony will confirm.
We turned right
heading for Strathbogie. I’m lucky to be sitting behind Ern who seems to have
memorised where all the dangerous gravel is, which felt like on every bend
along this section. I had faith in Ern doing a great job as my early warning
system. Tootled through Strathbogie and on to Euroa for
lunch.
Strathbogie
really appealed to me: it has fuel, food, and amenities all close together and
a creek running through town, perfect for a swim. I must remember it for a
summer destination, I thought. Geoff and I were talking about finding stopping places
that have everything we require. But after talking to Ern
who had checked it out Strathbogie on his pre-ride discovering that the petrol bowsers
were empty, and we agreed that the creek would probably be dry by summer,
killing off the idea completely.
Ben left us for daddy
duties while we are lunching. Ern gave us a rundown on the afternoon activities,
which included retracing a couple of sections. Yipee! Cameron now also heads
south as we head north, parallel to the Hume for 20 km to
Geoff had
mentioned another swimming hole, Polly McQuinns, that
has a concrete spillway with big rocks to sit on while the water flows over the
top of you. He mentioned it because we’d gone past it earlier. Just 30 metres off the road. I saw it this time, approaching
from a different angle, (and this time not being intimidated by the hungry looking
wooden bridge that was going to gobble up my wheels). I had a chance to have a
quick look at this great swimming spot. But there is nothing else there.
I am behind Ern
again on this section with all the gravel corners. Then I corner mark with Paul
on the left turn, directing the group back through that grouse section to
Merton. I had Tony in sight through here but didn’t gain on him. What a blast!
The adrenaline
has long subsided after the sleepy roll down the highway to Yea. There were
about 30 BMW’s lined up on the other side of the median strip.
Another
careful transport section out of town. Joel points over to the
sale yards as we roll past. There is a marked 4x4 camouflaged in the shadows. I
had to look twice, but I’ve never been good at spot-the-cop.
Bottom of
Junction Hill, that’s it, Joel, Paul and I have been holding back long enough.
This fantastic bit of road seems to get shorter each time, catching up to Ern
on the other side who kept setting a brave pace
through Flowerdale to Tommy’s Hut (Kinglake West).
The British shop
across the road is open, the guys working on a vintage bike out the front. We
take the opportunity to have a squiz. It’s a pedal-assisted Norton. Also poke
our heads inside. A Norton Commando in really original condition is for sale
just inside the door. Lots more to see, but we must say our goodbyes.
Paul has a nice
ride ahead of him, down the
Lyn
Duncan (Suzuki GSXR1000)