Rossko Ride Ride Report, Part 1:
Saturday May 25
th dawned cool but clear and I met Charlie and Craig at the Caltex roadhouse in Guyra slightly ahead of schedule. Clearly I wasn’t the only one up and around early due to pre-ride excitement. After topping up with fuel and a quick chat, we headed south along the New England Highway, quickly passing through Armidale and Uralla, before continuing on south towards Bendemeer ( where they bend the bananas) and Tamworth. The Saturday morning riding was good, despite the almost ubiquitous presence of the gendarmerie trawling the road in their highway patrol cars; 5 cars in 150 kilometres. Visible deterrent indeed.
Watching Tamworth recede in our rearview mirrors, we continued south, passing through Goonoo Goonoo and heading towards Wallabadah and Willow Tree, the conditions cool but clear and promising a fine and fair day’s riding. The Scharnhorst, ( Yes the Rocket III and sidecar has that sort of turning circle) was running well, enjoying the open highway miles and gobbling impressive amounts of fuel. Charlie on Gerty is a familiar sight to me these days and I often spend time contemplating his rear taillight and topbox as he eats the miles. With Craig leading the way on his K1200GT, aka Battlestar Galactica, I saw little of his bike close-up, apart from the occasional waft of Johnny Cash as he passed with turbine-like precision. At Willow Tree we parted company for a brief spell as I was keen to re-visit the road from there across the top of the spine of the Liverpool Range and into Merriwa. Smithy and Charlie decided to go the Golden Hwy route and see what that was like and so we arranged to meet in Merriwa for lunch.
The Merriwa road across through the hills and through Warrah was not a disappointment; undulating pasture country soon giving way to spectacular hill views and some excellent sweepers leading up into the higher country. The top of Merriwa rd remains unsealed in parts, but only for about 5km now as roadworks progresses with alacrity and I imagine there will soon be increased traffic of the two-wheeled variety to take advantage of the twisties and excellent vistas. That remaining 5 or so km of dirt is tricky in places though, with plenty of soft sand and gravel to get the Triumph’s rear wheel sliding about under power on the uphill sections. All too soon however, I found myself riding into Merriwa in time for an early lunch and soon found a café. Surprisingly, I had arrived before Charlie and Craig, so settled in for a coffee and a bacon and egg roll in the sunshine whilst watching the locals pass by or come in for their coffees. Realising I didn’t have Craig’s number in my new phone, I sent Charlie a text to let them know where I was. As I was sipping the last of my coffee, Craig arrived and soon settled in to order some lunch for himself.
“ Where’s Charlie?” I asked, thinking he must have been stuck behind a truck or slow-travelling car.
“ I dunno mate. I was a bit ahead of him and stopped to take some photos. I called him and he answered, saying he was stopped 15 km out of town, then the signal faded and the call dropped out”.
“ Ah ok, he must have stopped to take some pics as well. “ I finished my coffee and chatted to Craig while he ate some lunch. After a minute or two my phone chirped and I took a message from Charlie, saying he was 15km out of town… and had run out of petrol! To cut a long story short… we went and got him back on the road with a can and some fuel in it.
The ride from Merriwa across to Mudgee through Ulan was uneventful and we ate up some miles before I was stuck behind a car and lost the others as they put some distance between us. Coming into Mudgee I took the Lue road and found myself heading towards Rylstone, having missed all the service stations. My turn to fret a little as I watched my DTE and fuel gauge becoming less enthusiastic about my chances of making the next town. I began to ask myself if there would be fuel in Rylstone on a Saturday afternoon after the shops closed but make I did, and fuel was obtained for the next leg of the journey. Out through Kandos and turning off at Ilford, I made the last leg of the journey into Sofala at about 4pm; plenty of time to throw my tent up and organise a camp for the night. Greetings were made with Gaz, Tom, Bill and David, then I went back to set up camp. David the Tackler was camping too and we left some room for Al and his wife Marie, who had also said they would be camping the night. The others, perhaps appropriately, were staying the night at the old gaol and we arranged to meet them at the pub for a tonsorial varnish before dinner.