Well folks! back again for the rest of the report. You will notice that as sometimes happens after a big night, the level of enthusiasm for recording the travels tends to wane a bit.
Anyhow to continue - the hotel staff at the Great Southern had been kind enough to allow us to lock up the bikes in the drive through bottle shop at the end of Saturday night trading so Floyd's, Rick, Tom and my machines were incarcerated. We, that is the three Hunter Krew, were downstairs at a respectable hour and the morning staff unlocked the bottle shop to let the bikes out - and indicated that they only wanted to do this once so we moved Floyd's out as well - seems like he found it parked out the back as he has got home again.
For some reason, as predicted by RT, one of our number who shall remain nameless decided that he would follow rather than lead this morning, so the three of us headed north (still not having sighted Floyd - what time did you get up Floyd?). We wound our way up the coast road, with the traffic fairly light at this time of the morning, until we reached Bega where we fuelled up and had breakfast - yes the koffee went down very well!
After breakfast our route continued north along the Princes Highway, through Moruya where we gave a thought to Waz who was there somewhere battling a front brake problem but like true kommrades we didn't stop to help as we had a long way to go and truth be known on Sunday morning we wouldn't have been much help anyway. About 10:30am we had the benefit of being stopped by the police for a Random Breath Test to ensure that we were not under the weather - I remember the time as I was immediately doing mental calculations as to how many hours since my last drink. Naturally we were all fine!!
As we approached Batemans Bay the traffic was starting to build up and we were pleased to turn off inland for the delightful run up the mountain to Braidwood where another koffee was in order. With a couple of koffees on board, normal service was resumed and the gentleman with the sticking wrist zoomed off in the lead, not to be seen again by Tom or myself until we reached the pub at Taralga. To be fair though it wasn't all his fault as all three of us became widely spaced leaving Braidwood due to traffic and both Tom and I missed the turnoff to Goulburn some 27 km down the road and continued on to Bungendore before heading to Goulburn and on to Taralga.
Another great country pub with under cover parking for the bikes. Got into some conversation with a Hardly rider of the non-patched variety from Cootamundra who was on the road for a few days with a mate. Tucked into some pizza and had an early night.
Monday morning we were homeward bound via Oberon which was cold (I know, I know, for us I meant. We'll get you northern hemisphere types back when we get you on the road and its 43 deg C), Hampton, Mt Victoria, the Bell Line of Road and then up the Putty Road into the Hunter Valley. We had a rest stop at the Grey Gum Cafe half way along the Putty Road and can recommend it to fellow riders. At the village of Broke I parted kompany with my two travel partners to head off to my part of the Hunter - a great 6 day odyssey and one I hope will be repeated many times.
For those that are interested in such details; I have downloaded our tracks from my GPS and compiled them onto a Google map which should open in Google Maps on your computer if you have it installed allowing full zoom in and out. It can be found at
this link.Some basic stats; Home to Eden was 1,406 km, Eden to home was 844 km for a round trip of 2,250 km.
Until next time (and then I'll try to take photos on the way home as well).
Cheers