Lavers Hill                                               Sunday 29th November, 2009

 

The weather forecast for Sunday was not looking good with rain, rain and more rain being predicted. However, as it had been raining hard all night I thought that there couldn't be much water left up in the skies. So at 9am when the rain finally eased I convinced myself I had outwitted the weather and that I was in for a dry day.

The skies were still very dark when I arrived at the Shell servo and I was greeted by Ron and Tony. While I was fuelling up Misho arrived with Pina as pillion followed by Ivan and Ha.

As we departed the Shell Westgate the skies opened up and what a downpour it was; a drought breaker, the rain so heavy it was like riding into a fog. I thought I was well prepared wearing all my best waterproofs but they all proved useless against the sheer volume of water and wind we were up against. I was not having fun and considered pulling out of the ride, but I was the rear rider, I had to persevere.

By the time we arrived at Moriac for morning tea I was feeling damp all over but not as damp as some. Poor Ha. She wasn't wearing waterproofs and her leather jacket was waterlogged. As experienced bike riders know, once leather is waterlogged, the wind turns it into an evaporative cooler and you get chilled very quickly. Her solution was to buy the Sunday Age and stuff wads of newspaper down her pants, arms and abdomen.

After we all drank a latte to warm up, Ron led on with Clifford who had joined us, in tow. The rain also rejoined us and it never stopped till we reached Lavers Hill. Along the way, at the top of the Otways, Ron turned off the Skenes Creek Road and onto a small, tight, winding forestry road, Turton’s Track, that I hadn't been on before. It was a great piece of road with thirty kilometres of tight bends followed by fourteen kilometres off fast sweepers that took us to the Lavers Hill roadhouse for lunch.

I was cold, soaked and miserable by this stage and quickly stripped off all my wet layers. I was lucky I had a dry shirt to put on. Ha was not so fortunate. She was colder and more miserable than me and she announced that she could travel no further. When she stripped off you could read the imprint of the Sunday Age on her arms just as if she had full sleeve tattoos. She asked the roadhouse proprietor to phone the RACV and report that her bike was malfunctioning thinking that they would come and pick it up and transport her and her bike back to Melbourne without trying to diagnose the fictitious fault.

While all this was happening the skies started to clear up, the sun poked its head out of the clouds and the chill in the air disappeared. Our riding gear was mainly dry thanks to the proprietor putting it in his drying rack. We were warm again thanks to sitting in front of the heater for the duration of the lunch break. Cliff offered Ha his wet weather suit which she accepted and, after a bit of convincing, she agreed to join us for the ride home.

The afternoon was the total opposite to the morning with the roads mainly dry, the sun out and the temperature much warmer. We scooted through to Apollo Bay for a Premium petrol refuel, and then to Lorne and Forest via Deans Marsh Road. At Moriac we said bye to Cliff and, after a short break, rode the final stretch to Lara for breakup completing around 420 kms for the day.

Everyone rode well and Ha was in fine form in the afternoon riding the G.O.R with a vengeance.

Thanks Ron for the interesting ride and I look forward to riding Turton’s Track in the dry.

 

Rob Langer