Australia Day Weekend, Jindabyne

The departure point for this long weekend’s Jindabyne adventure was Berwick and that suited me to a tee. In fact it allowed a short sleep-in before heading out into the long and hot day.

A full crew of 14 assembled at our starting point.

Pina, as her usual bright self, was already mixing it with the boys and stirring us up. Fortunately or unfortunately she had earlier in the week run into a kangaroo and sufficient damage to the bike meant that Misho had Pina on his back for most of the weekend – as a pillion.

Ben delivered his usual precise instructions before the start of the ride, nominating fuel stops, rear rider, places to ride sedately. Being such a long day, frequent stops had already been planned.

All that said, we set off into the distance and headed towards Tyers via freeway and the back roads around Drouin and Yallourn North, which is the fairly normal way for the Club to escape suburbia. The Old Sale Road also comes into play.

Nine kilometres past Tyers at Glengarry we observed the local law enforcement agent doing a fine job booking a reckless motorist. Nevertheless, Tony zipped past our group ‘with a rush’ and it didn’t go un-noticed. When quizzed by the policeman, Tony wasn’t sure of his speed at the time of passing, so was issued with a stern warning! I recommended to Tony that the next time he is asked the question of how fast he was going, he should reply “ Isn’t that your job?”. He noted that for that for future reference. 

Ben has found roads by-passing the highway heading for Licola around Glenmaggie Weir. We rode past the water outlet of the dam which had quite an impressive flow of water that we rode over, thanks to the bridge of course. Later we heard some stories from Rob about crossing a river on a dirt bike. Apparently, if you hit the water fast enough and hold the throttle flat out, you can ride on water for quite a distance.

At Briagolong we stopped for fuel and met up with Peter Hill on his KTM950. He decided that a weekend riding with the boys was just the tonic he needed and felt no guilt leaving Lyn behind. (Lyn was working at Dargo in the General Store …Ed.) Pete is great to have along during these motorbike adventures because he knows plenty about bikes, can tell a good yarn and enjoys a beer or two.

After the re-fuel, we headed in the Bruthen direction, but this time Ben took a new route and instead of a travelling the long and straight. We veered off towards Dargo for more fun twisties followed by a small 1.7 km stretch of dirt. Then we picked up the road to Wy Yung via the eucalypt and pine plantations and in no time arrived in Bruthen for lunch.

While we intended the break to be on the short side, a few of the boys had ordered hamburgers at the local shop and they had to wait up to 30 minutes before receiving their ‘with the lot’. Most of the group departed after I was nominated to lead the stragglers (Misho, Pina, Jean and myself) into Orbost, allowing the guys to finish their lunch.

Next thing I see is Tony on his Hayabusa being pushed down the road by some of the locals. Despite their best efforts the bike would not jump start. Time to take a look… So I sat on the bike and performed the following checks – ignition, headlights on, stand up, neutral – there’s one problem – still in third gear so back two clicks, clutch in, press start – VROOM! Let’s go.

We all arrive in Orbost to fuel up and discuss the stationary, white police car halfway between Bruthen and Nowa Nowa, watching to see if motorists were passing over double white lines. As conscientious and well behaved riders, we smiled as we rode past.

Upon leaving Orbost, Ben took us on a scenic tour down a dead-end street, much to the delight of two grannies who now had a biker encounter to add to the day’s excitement. Ben was really looking for a new road that Lyn told him about. Apparently the maps say that it is still mostly dirt, but in fact there is only 11 km of dirt before Bonang and another 6 km just over the NSW from Delegate River. This leaves 79 km of shear motorbike heaven – no traffic – no straight bits – no enforcement – just sheer excitement and more sheer excitement!

We finally made it into Delegate and then Bombala to fuel up. Ben advises that we have another stretch of super-dirt, which is super-smooth and super-fast. Rob and Hayabusa mounted Ben Fuller opted to ride via Cooma to Jindabyne, as they were staying in town for the weekend. That suited them anyway!

For the rest of the crew, we took the super-dirt highway and reformed just outside Dalgetty, as Ben’s ocky-strap came loose, giving us time to regroup. Then we rode en-masse to Jindabyne and the lodge.

There to greet us were Ron, Julie and their grandson Keon. We had arrived in time to enjoy dinner at the food hall. We all sat on the balcony and enjoyed a cool breeze and a fine meal though we didn’t hang around too long as Paul has acquired a slab of beer and the boys enjoyed a quiet drink back at the lodge while talking bikes.

Bike Story #1 - Dave told us about his new bike and some spare panels. Apparently, someone had purchased a new bike – the same as Dave’s – but the bike unfortunately fell off the trailer when loosening the ocky-straps. The panels and tank were replaced under insurance and with only scratching to the panels, Dave acquired them so that he could put them on his bike for Club riding thereby preserving his pristine panels for when he trades up to the next new model.

Bike Story #2 – As many of you will know, I crashed my original Black GSXR750K7 last February. Fast corner + gravel + Alpine Way near Tom Groggin = OUCH. The bike was written off and the cheque was in the bank! Now, having crashed a bike and wishing to replace the bike with another, insurance is still fairly important. The best prices I could get were still obscene - $1500 plus. With the Tassie trip coming up soon, it was time to either pay-up or bail out and Tassie really is a great ride not to be missed.

So, after MUCH shopping around, eBikeInsurance insured my CBR1100XX and the replacement GSXR750 for $567 for the two bikes. UNREAL!!

The GSXR was purchased from Ballina in Northern NSW for $12,000, only 6206 kms young. (It arrived after the Australia Day weekend trip). So now I’m all set for Tassie.

Ben, as always, spent some of the evening planning the next day’s ride and importantly, fuel stops and great roads. The tennis was on and the girls were playing.

 

Day Two started and we would head down the coast to Eden, but this time without Bronwyn who was suffering from the effects of a cold, but with Ron who was joining us for the day’s ride. No Ventura racks and bags to slow us down either.

First up and we had to traverse Super-Dirt and head towards Nimmitabel for fuel and wait for Rob and Hayabusa Ben who don’t do super-dirt. Judging by the appearance of their trusty steeds, it would appear that a washing may even have taken place overnight.

Nimmitabel, however, does NOT have fuel. And the service at the bakery is mind-numbingly slow. Even the local had a whinge about it.

So now with little fuel left in our tanks and Jean already running on reserve, another 50 km was stretching it. Ben was quick with the siphon and the 21 litre tank of the Blackbird was quickly nominated for donation, followed by Clifford’s ZX10 – after all, his bike won the Club’s economy run. Then we realised that Ron’s Bandit was probably full, as Ron had been in Jindabyne for a few days. That was the case, so we siphoned fuel from the Bandit into the Blackbird, Jean’s CBR600F and even Ben’s bike received a precious 600ml.

Then we headed for Bombala and fuel before heading for Eden via the magnificent 57 km Rockton Junction Road. In Eden we did the touristy thing visiting the lookout and taking photos, then had lunch at various Fish and Chip shops along the wharf. There were plenty of other motorcycle groups around and like us, they were there for the roads rather than the food, which was rather bland.

Plenty of good roads were enjoyed during the afternoon including Eden to Wyndham to Candello to Bega, a bit of the Snowy Mountains Highway towards Brown Mountain before heading back into safer roads picking up Candello, Wyndham, Cathcart and Bombala around constant radius corners. Superb! The ride included encounters with metre-long lizards, spooked horses and wallabies… (It really was three feet long despite those behind me who insisted it was only 12 inches – they were a long way behind.)

As we headed for home we again traversed Super-Dirt. This is where Peter and Rod excel. Their dirt bikes/tyres handled the road exquisitely and they passed us road-bikers like we were stuck in second gear. I reckon they might have chuckled and thought – eat my dust – every time they passed us. Rod had a moment just before we returned to Jindabyne: as the main group passed a T-intersection, a car, thinking the road was now clear, proceeded to turn in front of Rod. Impressive riding from Rod as the tyres squirreled and squealed, the car easily avoided.

For the record, I must say that I was impressed with Misho’s riding and Pina’s pillion work. We all rode through the countryside at impressive pace. Good stuff!

Arriving at the lodge and it’s time for a quick chat, quick beer, quick shower and for Misho and Pina, a quick nap!

Then it’s off to town for a $10 cook-you-own steak or chef-cooked parma, plus a schooner or two. Dave, Bron and Paul headed for the local exotic food restaurant but it was closed so they had pizza/pasta instead. The ride to town was casual and slow. I cannot remember the last time I rode in jeans and runners.

A good time was had by all before returning to the lodge and more bike talk. It was at this point we discovered both Hayabusa’s had severe tyre wear and would need to enjoy a rest day, so Tony and Ben Fuller would have a relaxing day tomorrow.

Several discussions centred on the Michelin Road 2CT tyres. These are the dual-compound Pilot Road centre with Pilot Power edges. Great choice for the rear and expect 7500 kms use. The straight Pilot Power is a good choice for the front and works well with the aforementioned 2CT.

Pina, mixing it with the boys as always, was in deep discussion and felt she needed a 5 minute warning before departure. Making sure everything is tucked in, makeup, earplugs – all takes time. We ensured Pina that she would get advance warning where possible…

Pina also proceeded to tell us that we all had issues, despite the fact that she was chasing the boys, trying to hit Ben and others and generally being aggressive in her special fun way…

Ben, Bronwyn and others watched the tennis where Kornakova won over the other Russian girl. Jean was sleeping soundly in the lounge room with his mattress on the floor and Tony had fallen into bed very early and was enjoying a peaceful snore.

 

Day Three starts with Dave Ward rattling can lids and waking those with closed eyes.

Clifford is keen to get going because he has been up since dawn and he knows that we are headed to Cabramurra via sensational twisty mountain roads. He also wants to leave early to beat the heat as today is likely to be very hot.

Bronwyn is feeling better today but has to ride home anyway as Tuesday morning she has to deliver a training program on cooking Hot Cross Buns! She will ride with us to Khancoban and then hit the highway for the rest of the journey home.

We fuel at the Shell Servo before heading for Thredbo and then down through the mountains with a rest break at Tom Groggin. Misho has the monkey off his back, with Pina travelling on the back of Ben’s Bike, so he is enjoying the freedom of solo. (Pretty sure Pina was still with Misho at this stage; definitely not with Ben …Ed.) Also he is suffering from tyre wear as well so ‘one-up’ is preferable at this stage. A quick visor clean and drink of water and more twisty roads of the Alpine Way. During this stage I am riding with Bronwyn, both to keep her company and to relax, as this is a big day of riding.

After a late breakfast/early lunch at Khancoban and an encounter with the strange lady in the shop, it was off to Tumbarumba for a late lunch. We travelled via Cabramurra and the Elliot Way. Ben, in his enthusiasm overshoots the regular photo spot near Cabramurra and turns around only to encounter the Club’s next riders head on, a not too pleasant experience. Meanwhile Dave and Danny head for Cabramurra while the rest of the group pose for the camera at the usual spot overlooking the dam, bikes all lined up, people all lined up.  Unfortunately Ron, Tony and Ben Fuller are not there either, having enforced rest days!

Then it’s on to the Elliot Way with a stop at Sue City at the bottom of the steep section. Pina hitches a ride with Ben for the next stint to Tumbarumba, 48 km away.

As usual Tumbarumba is very warm, so most of us parked our bikes under the shop veranda’s. The young policeman politely asked us to move the bikes off the footpath and onto the road.

Several of the locals were keen to suggest that the Alpine Way was equipped with fixed speed cameras that are active. How are they powered is the obvious question. Not likely, is the answer.

Next stop Adaminaby, back across the Elliot Way. Pina continues pillioning with Ben the 48 km back to Sue City. Then she hitches a ride with Clifford, rejecting the armchair comfort of the Blackbird’s wide-seat as it is not sexy enough. Pina was given early notice and a 30-second warning but Ben escaped in a hurry. I was keen to follow so gave the bike plenty of get up and go. Strangely though, in the first few corners I lost grip as the road was very soft and felt like a flat tyre. Erring on the side of caution I kept a gentle pace for the next few kilometres, by which time I had convinced myself that I had a puncture. I pulled over to the side of the road only to see the rear rider go past.  Still not sure of the situation, the spit-on-the-tyre soon revealed a slow leak.

I intended riding slowly to Adaminaby to repair the puncture but had extreme trouble getting the bike off the centre stand. The bitumen was very soft and the stand had dug-in. Ron and I had experienced the same issue the previous day. After some mucking around, I got going again and finally caught up with the group lying in the shade at Adaminaby square. Rob was sure he was lying in doggy doo or something else rather smelly. Cliff assisted me with the repairs at the local fuel station before we headed off on the final leg of the day’s ride to Berridale, Dalgetty and home.

Between the Snowy Mountains Highway and Berridale along a back road we encountered a Toggie with full flashing lights and travelling very fast. We figured he was chasing a blue Subaru who was imitating an aeroplane about to take off. To say we were startled may be a slight understatement.

Upon returning to Jindabyne, Dave, Ben, Peter Hill Misho and Pina headed for Charlottes Pass for the final stanza of the day.

Paul, Rod, Peter and I had a beer or two, before heading into town with Dave to catch up with Rob and Ben Fuller. Apparently Ben Fuller had watched three movies and done little else. We ate at the pub, had a great steak and talked about speed cameras, Eastern Creek, Sandown Park and all matters relating to the thrill of the ride.

Returning to the lodge, Pina gave a rundown on her pillion experiences for the day and her appreciation of the 5 minute warning!

Tony had fixed the DVD player by connecting the cables into the correct positions, so we could watch a DVD. Instead we watched the tennis!

Jean has again been quiet today, riding well and enjoying the trip.

 

Final Day

Everyone is up and about and ready for an 8:30 am start. First stop Corryong via Khancoban. Rod will leave the ride and head across dirt and go home via an off-road adventure. Julie is driving in the car while Ron joins us on the bike. The Hayabusa boys (Tony and Ben Fuller) are also with us as we head to Corryong.

At the bakehouse in Corryong Pina continues in her aggressive manner, trying to slap Rob about. He probably deserves it… I’m just glad the focus is not on me for the minute.

Coffee and pink cakes for the biker boys!

Ben takes us on another detour to the back of the racecourse before setting off on fantastic new roads (Briggs Gap and Cudgewa/Tintaldra Road ) en-route to Granya Gap via the Murray River Road. Following the compulsory stop for a drink and visor clean, we tackle The Gap and refuel at Tallangatta, followed by lunch. Tony leaves the ride here and heads for the flat straight roads and freeway to get him home to Melbourne. His tyres are shot and he bids us farewell.

Next up it’s the Happy Valley Road towards Myrtleford and the brisk pace of fast sweepers. This is an enjoyable stretch of road at cruising speed. And did I mention it was hot? Perhaps not. To survive these hot ride days, it has been a point to half fill each plastic water bottle, place in freezer overnight, top up with water in the morning and off you go. On really hot days like today, THREE frozen water bottles is probably not enough.

Lunch at the Myrtleford bakery and Pina is subdued for the first time in the ride. Or is she sitting inside in the air-conditioning?

Next we experience the more mundane roads that join the twisties and endure 50 minutes of hot, flat roads to get from Myrtleford to Whitfield, our next stop. Again water and fuel are replenished and perhaps even an ice cream or two.

Onward, ever onward and it’s now the brisk Whitfield/Mansfield section via Tolmie. The fires present not so long ago are hardly visible with trees again green with the lushness of a forest. Mind you, in the split second I enjoyed the greenery, Clifford has passed me and is chasing Ben and I am being left behind. So I pick up the pace only to scrape the pegs on the Blackbird, which again slows me down… darn! GSXR750 next time for sure.

The ride arrives at Mansfield and we all try to park in the shade. Ron has parked his bike next to Dave’s. The Bandit sinks into the dirt and topples over. Not sure of how much damage is done, but that can be sorted out during the week.

Ben decides to end the ride here, only pain and suffering form here on. We all say goodbye and head for home, which is another two hours away. The boredom of the Melba Highway and the setting sun is the task at hand…or is it?

Seeing as this weekend had improved my riding-in-dirt experience, I tackled the Eildon-Jamieson road and the 14 km of twisty, winding, bumpy dirt. Crazy, but fun!

 

Peter Feistl