Thursday 17 November 2011

2011 Snowy Ride: The Ecstasy and the Agony (Part 2: Days 3, 4 and 5)

The ride continues...

Day 3: Thredbo to Lakes Entrance
Rider's routes taken:
  • Thredbo to Khancoban (The Alpine Way)
  • Khancoban to Tallangatta (Murray Valley Highway)
  • Tallangatta to Mt Beauty (Gundowring Rd)
  • Mt Beauty to Bright (Bright - Tawonga Road)
  • Bright to Bruthen via Mt Hotham and Omeo (The Great Alpine Road)
A day to remember. It proved to be my (up to this point) greatest and most enjoyable single day of riding. We managed to string together some of the nicest and most varied stretches of rider's roads that it is possible to do in a single day that covered approximately 550km. Add to that some unwanted drama and you have all the ingredients required for a memorable day indeed...

It was again a beautiful sunny day that witnessed our departure from Thredbo. Our riding group had dwindled down to three; Marcello, Richard and myself. Tony had to be back in Sydney for the start of the week, and I think Greg had prior commitments also (probably had to go back to that couch to get a better shot). Never mind, three is a nice compact group for a big day in the twisties.

Ready to rock and roll


We were all pretty high from the previous day's unmolested efforts at high speed travel across the Snowy, and the mood continued through the national park section from Thredbo to Khancoban. This road is one long technical stretch of climbing and falling turns, in the 35 - 70 kph range. I was perfecting my slow-in, fast-out technique and really enjoying the low-down punch of the Bandit's torquey 1250 motor. This thing can really boost it out of a corner!

We wound our way down to the Murray River at Tom Goggins Station, then headed off into the wild ranges towards Khancoban...and towards a fateful encounter.

Thoughout the trip, we had been alternating the lead rider and in a testosterone-filled moment I pushed to the front. We were not exactly hanging around and stayed tightly together. Corner after lovely corner, brake/throttle back, choose line, into turn, through apex and blast out, ready for the next turn only tens of metres away...bliss! It was just after one of these lovely corners, 50km from the nearest town, that I blasted out into a short straight. Suddenly up ahead - like Ned Kelly appearing out front of the Inn at Glenrowan - out from the undergrowth stepped one of our boys in blue. Oh shit. My luck had run out.

There was nothing to do but pull over and assume the position. Marcello and Richard dutifully pulled over as well and parked a 'respectable' distance away from us as I awaited my punishment. He held up the radar gun and I saw that he had clocked me at 8 km/hr over the 100 k's. "Oh well, that's not too bad" thinks I, except that he informed me I was travelling in a 60 zone at the time. Waaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!! Yeah, that's right, 60 km/hr zone in the middle of no-bloody-where. There was nothing I could do but to accept that I was a very naughty boy, buy a ticket to the Policeman's Ball and ride away many dollars and many license points lighter than I had been 15 minutes before. (Note: I will not go any further into the details of the conversation, as it is not nice to see or hear about a grown man crying and grovelling, hehehe)  Unfortunately for me but luckily for the other two, I was the leader at the time. We were all blasting along at the same speed. Marcello remarked later that he was the most fortunate as he only had one point left on his license. At least I was travelling with full points on mine at the time (sadly depleted now).
[EDIT 14/12/11: This has since cost me three months suspension of my license for 30+ km/h over, dammit!]
At times like this, you can go one of two ways. The first and most natural thing to do is to dwell on the misfortune and let it ruin the day, the trip... everything. The other is to say 'shit happens' and then get on with enjoying what very few people get to enjoy; blasting the hell outta some of the greatest roads on the planet! Well, for me, it was the former for about 30 minutes, then I moved onto the latter and gave it the berries for the rest of the day. I am so glad I did. There were even better roads ahead.

We came into the open at Khancoban and squirted west along the very nice Murray Valley Highway to Tallangatta for fuel. Then it was a turn to the south for the run to Mount Beauty. The standard road to get there is via the Keiwa Valley Way. However, we detoured via the lovely little Gundowring Road which runs parallel, but the other side of a meandering Sandy Creek. This road is a hidden beauty, sometimes single lane, as it hugs the creek, passing by several farms. The southern end is particularly nice as everything closes in on you, with creek to the right and sloping banks to the left. We rejoined the Keiwa Valley Way just north of Tawonga.

From there it was west again over a lovely pass to Bright. This 30km section of road has it all, from tight climbing turns all the way up, to fast sweepers down the western side towards Bright. I love this bit of road and I consider it a real jewel.


Looking down from the range towards Mt Beauty
At the crossover
We then hit the Great Alpine Road just south of Bright and headed in there for fuel and lunch. There was a classic and hot rod car day on in the town and all  the cars were pulling laps up and down the main drag of Bright as we sat in a cafe eating lunch. Once again, 'Marcello's Magnet', the Sport 1100 drew a few admirers, with one bloke on a pushbike taking an exceptional interest in it, and one even lying down on the ground to check it out.

Bright
Two show-offs: one green and one red


"If you get real low on the ground you can look through under
the red bike and see that awesome blue Suzuki Bandit"

Feeling refreshed, we headed off south along the Great Alpine Way, our next notable destination being Mount Hotham. I was really looking forward to this section and was not to be disappointed. The two sides to this mountain are completely different when it comes to the type of roads. On our approach from the north, the climb is tight and twisting with excellent road surface. A real challenge with spectacular views and instant doom if you make a mistake and plummet hundreds of metres down the steep mountainside.
It is a real thrill to be pushing so hard into tight but nicely surveyed corners, when you know a mistake could spell the end of you.

The ride down the southern side is faster in that the corners are more sweeper-like. The road surface is excellent. Up and over Hotham is a wonderful and rewarding experience, not to be missed and repeated as often as possible IMHO.


Stopped just south of Mt Hotham summit
Don't miss a corner or you are a goner. More road visible in background


Panorama


Made it. Richard and Marcello, loving the climb up

At Mount Hotham itself, we pulled in for a bit of a stretch, a chin wag, and a few pics at the top of the chair lift.

Mt Hotham chair lift panorama
Two very satisfied riders
We then proceeded to descend from Hotham Heights down the fast sweeper filled road into Omeo, thinking that nothing could be better than this. We were wrong again.

There is a beautiful section of the Great Alpine Road from Ensay through to Bruthen, with a lot following the Little River for a large part of the way. This road is a rider's dream, with one magic sweeper after another. There are several beautifully-surveyed large radius 180 degree turns that are to die for, and are connected by high speed sweeping turns. Yes, they are that good. Ride this road.
I was breathless by the time we reached Bruthen. I could not believe that we had been riding all day, and were yet to find one crap piece of road or boring stretch. We pushed on to Lakes Entrance on the coast and stopped for the night at the Central on the Esplanade. This place was very nice and has a very nice bistro and the beer was delicious. We even found a chef who was proud of his coffee making, and had a kindred soul in Marcello. Life could not get any better than this... or maybe it could? What about tomorrow?

Day 4: Lakes Entrance to Batemans Bay
Rider's routes taken:
  • Orbost to Bombala via Delegate (Bonang Highway)
  • Bombala to Narrabarba (Monaro highway, then Imlay Road)
  • Bega to Tilba Tilba (Tathra - Bermagui Rd)
The Day 4 route planned to take us over some other highly recommended roads, and after a nice breakfast we got away early and rode on to Orbost for fuel. Orbost marks the southern end of an exquisite 100-plus kilometre road that winds itself up via Bonang and over the border at Delegate and on to Bombala. There are a couple of well photographed road signs on this road, one at each end of the fun part. We stopped for our own pics at the 90km winding road indicator and then away we went to see if it told the truth. So, how is this road best described? How about 'bloody fantastic!'.

Not just the tail, this is the whole bloody dragon!
This road is incredible. It contains corner after perfect corner, ranging in speeds from what would be 35km/hr indicated up to 70km/hr. They seem to be well surveyed and I do not remember even one decreasing radius turn amongst the many hundreds on this road. The most amazing thing of all (to me, anyway) was that there are almost no speed signposted corners over the whole distance. And yet there was no time that I felt uncomfortable because of it. These turns are just that good. Forget your 'Tail of the Dragon' stuff, this road has got it all baby! In fact, it even has two stretches of gravel in the middle near the NSW -Vic border, totalling about 14km in total.



Guzzi at end of section of dirt (pic courtesy of Marcello)


There is no problem getting through these sections on road bikes. Just take the normal precautions and probably avoid if wet. I have once previously ridden this road, but from the opposite direction. It is definitely a better run from south to north, in my opinion.

Richard on gravel
Here comes Marcello













Just over the border into New South Wales and just before Delegate, we came upon an old restored settlers hut from the 1800s. It was in the perfect place for a stop so that we could all tell each other what a fantastic road we had just ridden. The old hut is very interesting and worthy of a stop in its own right.

A couple of early settlers outside their hut




Manly works requires a manly pose
The old settlers hut











We jumped back on the bikes and headed onwards. Just after Delegate, we turned right into Craigie Range Road for a shortcut through Craigie and Mita and across to the Monaro Highway. There we turned south again for a short run, looking for the turnoff to the next rider's road on our list: the Imlay Road. This is a road created specially for the logging trucks that service the state forests that lie between the Monaro and Princes Highways on the NSW south coast. This is another awesome road, the main feature being endless high-speed sweepers, carving through forests of pine. There was very little traffic on the road apart from the odd logging truck, with the 'trucks entering' signs being the main clue to the main traffic users of this section of road. The road surface itself was pretty damned good, and much better that you would expect for a road that carries fully laden logging trucks. Our direction saw us generally travelling downhill as we fell from the inland heights down to sea level. I would imagine that wildlife may be a bit of a hazard on this road, especially at dusk and night. We finally hit the Princes Highway about 20km south of Eden, turned left and motored northwards.


We hauled our hungry bodies into Eden and stopped by peaceful Snug Cove for a late lunch of burgers, fish and chips. We still had quite a bit of distance to cover to get to the scheduled overnight at Batemans Bay, and so did not dally too long.

Lunch stop at Snug Cove, Eden

I was expecting this next section to be highly trafficked and a bit boring, but Marcello had once again done his research and we detoured up the Sapphire Coast Road to Tathra, then took the Tathra-Bermagui Road up to Tilba Tilba once again on the Princes Highway. A very nice stretch of road indeed. From there we motored up the highway via Narooma and Moruya and into Batemans Bay. Again, I was surprised to find some nice sections of road on this stretch as it cut through several hilly and forested areas.

After a bit of a mixup at the bridge across the Clyde River, we backtracked into Batemans Bay and pulled into the Clyde River Hotel for the night. This was not the end of the day though, as I had earlier in the day let on to Marcello and Richard that it was actually my birthday. We went out for a nice restaurant pizza and the guys refused to let me pay for anything. Marcello even arranged for a fabulous birthday cake complete with the correct number of candles (minus 50). Thanks guys, that was very nice of you!

A fantastic way to end a fantastic day. Thanks mates!



Day 5: Batemans Bay to Sydney
Rider's routes taken:
  • Nowra to Robertson via Kangaroo Valley (Moss Vale Rd)
  • Robertson to Albion Park (Illawarra Hwy / Macquarie Pass)Stanwell Park to Sutherland via the Royal National Park.
Sadly, all good things must eventually come to an end, and so the final day of our ride together dawned. But just because this was the last day did not mean we were not going to pack as many windy roads in as possible.



We crossed the Clyde River and did not take the Kings Highway turnoff (a very nice road in its own right), as we had other fish to fry this day. We ran up to just north of Nowra and turned into Moss Vale Road. This is another lovely ride with some steep climbs and takes you up though Kangaroo Valley and on towards the Illawarra Highway which connects the Hume Highway to the Princes Highway. Our route took us via the Fitzroy Falls Reservoir and along a beautiful country lane, Pearsons Lane, which has a real closed-in feel to it as the narrow lane winds through the lovely green springtime countryside. We then turned right on the Illawarra and pulled into the famous Robertson Pie Shop for the obligatory pie.


Anyone for a pie?
After chomping down our pies, we were ready to take on the Macquarie Pass, a famous bit of road that takes you back down the range to Albion Park. This road has some extremely steep and tight U-turns as it winds down, but in other places is quite fast and sweeping. Lovely!

Then it was up the Princes Highway and into Woollongong,  followed by a very slow journey up the coast road through Bulli, Coledale and then to Coalcliff. The ride to  this point was a bit frustrating as it was very hot and the traffic was just dawdling along. We stopped just short the Coalcliff bridge for photos. This bridge is a bit of a landmark as it is built out from the cliff and over the coastline.


Panorama shot

A closer look
As stated earlier, the traffic along here was beginning to give us a case of the shits, so we devised a plan: First, ready ourselves to take off. Then we would let a car go by and wait for a large-ish gap. As the next car finally approaches, take off in front of it. This would allow a nice gap between us and the car in front for a little 'enjoyment' of this run over the bridge. The plan worked a treat, and we (he he he) 'proceeded' across the bridge and on up the rise to our next stop just up the road at Stanwell Tops.

Stanwell Tops sits atop an escarpment that overlooks the whole coastline to north and south. It is a very scenic and a popular place for bikes to pull in either before or after a run through the Royal National Park, which is immediately to the north. We could not get past the waiting ice cream vendor and enjoyed a refreshment while enjoying the view.
The boys at Stanwell Tops



The view
And so, ladies and gentlemen, with ice creams suitably dispatched, we mounted our trusty steeds for one last enjoyable ride as we took the road through the National Park, still keeping to the same rules we applied all the way throughout the trip... ride fast and give it the berries! We hauled into Sydney, filled tanks, shook hands, then went our separate ways as we filtered into the morass that is Sydney traffic.
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I had a brilliant time, and I am sure the other blokes feel the same. It was really enjoyable to have such a great bunch to ride with. We were all pretty evenly matched, and all bikes gave a good as they got. We covered more than 2500 km on the trip, most of which were absolutely brilliant fun. I must thank Marcello for putting the awesome route together and Greg for his help in obtaining the accommodation in Thredbo.

Roll on next year!









Mission Possible II, The Return of the Comboyne Cabal (incorporating the Ragged Fringe Rally)

They say anything is possible, and I think we proved it this year on the annual Mission Possible ride to the  MGOA NSW's Ragged Fringe Rally: For a moment there, we all thought Lawrence would never get out of Wingham and that he would forever remain there -- just some crazy old bum in yellow, wandering around muttering out aloud about 'bad roads' and 'potholes that would swallow an elephant'. Read on...


Full story coming soon!

Wednesday 16 November 2011

A story worth re-telling: My Phillip Island trip 2008

What follows is a little recount of an 'interesting' round-trip I made to the MotoGP at Phillip Island in October 2008. It was written not long after my return and describes... well, read on to find out!

Dedicated to Marco Simoncelli
1987 - 2011
Ciao Marco #58

I departed south from Sydney on the mighty "Razzo" (my Moto Guzzi Le Mans II) on the Wednesday with a view to making Orbost that day. She was packed to the gunwales, including two items that would later prove invaluable (!). Weather was perfect as I tracked down to Canberra over the usual road, filled the tank near Queanbeyan and headed down the Monaro Highway to Bombala.

That is where the first item came in handy. Needing to fill up, I spied a servo across the road up ahead, full of crotch rockets and rice burners, all with the same intentions as me. I turned across the centre line and as I was about to go into the driveway, I dabbed the brake to slow the old girl down a bit and she just low sided me right in front of about 30 pairs of eyes! The front tyre just let go at approx 10kph. The bike ended up on its side with my leg pinned under the RHS soft pannier. This was saviour item #1 as it not only prevented further damage to the bike, but it also was very 'soft' on my right ankle despite all that bike weight on it.

The only good thing about all those guys watching was that I just lay there while they lifted the bike up and off me. I pushed her up to the pumps and had a look at the damage;  not too bad: 1 x broken bar-end mirror, 1 x bent footpeg and 1 x scratched engine protector. The damage to me as a bit more substantial: 1 x torn rib cartilage and 1 x bruised ego. The sore ribs would prove to be lots of fun for a bloke that had to spend the next 6 nights trying to live in a small tent!

I taped up the mirror ok, but there was nothing I could do about the peg. It was bent down 45 degrees and the bloody footpeg hanger is one thick piece of metal and not easy to straighten in the field. This was definitely not the ideal peg configuration for travelling over what was to come next.

After a quick fill up, I decided to get the hell away from those prying eyes (me? paranoid?) and off I went. This year I planned to deviate in at Bombala and go down via Delegate and Bonang, approx 160km to Orbost, nestled on the Snowy River.
Bonang "General Store"
This is really a fantastic bit of road, but has two dirt/gravel sections of approx 7 km and 14km in length. I was a bit jumpy after the off, so took those very easy. They are in very windy sections so it would be easy to come off. The rest was brilliant, but tiring. At one stage, there was a "winding roads next 110km" sign, and it did not lie. Unbelievable number of turns and twists, most quite tight but the road surface is very good, and the corners are very well surveyed.

Stop for a stretch at Lakes Entrance
The evening approached pretty quickly and I was buggered, rooted and totally stuffed. That last 20km found me just wishing I was at the end. I had two near misses with wallabies in that last 20km as well. I was very glad to finally pull into Orbost!!! What a great section of road, one that everyone should have on their bucket list. I saw ZERO cops on this whole day.

Day two saw me heading down via Bairnsdale, where I happened upon the Barry Sheene ride, finding myself fair smack in the arse-end of thousand bikes or more, mostly moving very slowly... arrgghhhh!!! It was fun for about 15 minutes, then I just wanted to get the hell out of Dodge! I finally managed to lose them and at Morwell, took the B460 road down to the Island via Leongatha, Inverloch and Wonthaggi. This stretch of road is very nice with plenty of fast sweepers. Did not see one cop the whole part of this ride, until I got to San Remo.

I arrived at the Island as planned mid afternoon, in blazing sunshine (as opposed to 2007 when I arrived in the dark with it pissing down). I grabbed a site in the middle of nowhere and put up the tent.
My tent site at Trackside Campground
 I won't go too much into the racing side of things except to say that the weather was brilliant, with only Friday arvo and night being (very) wet. The racing was also fantastic and I managed to get right around the track a few times, and watched qualifying and the race from my seat in the Siberia stand at Turn 6.

I sent a couple of evenings around the fire at l'Hotel de Hatchy, which was much appreciated (thanks Hatchy!). There were not many Guzzi's to be seen, but I spied a couple of Mk IV's, a lovely 1000S, Dave's Norge, a Sport 1200 and a couple of Breva 750's, plus of course, Hatchy's Cali II.

Cheers Hatchy!
To say the trip back home was 'unbelievable' would be an understatement. I had planned a two-day affair, by going up the Great Alpine Road via Mt Hotham and across Mt Beauty and over the Snowy Mountains. So, no need to get away early as two days to cover approx 1200km would be a piece of piss, right? So much for planning. The weather on Monday morning changed everything.

It was wet, wet, wet. The tent was soaked as I had to pack it up in pouring rain. Did I mention it was wet? I certainly as not looking forward to sleeping in that on Monday night. As I retraced my way back to Bairnsdale, the weather just got wetter and colder, unbelievable as the day before was sunburn-hot and cloudless. Decision time... I decided that the mountains looked wet and cold and no fun was to be had there, so I decided to make for Sydney in one day, via Cann River and back up the Monaro Highway. This was the start of the rest of a very, very, (dare I say 'very') long day.

I took the sweepers north of Cann River at reasonable pace, but was constantly held up in the twisties by guys on big cruisers that went fast in the straight bits, but as soon as the road twisted, they suddenly got all touchy on their (rear?) brakes.

It got colder as I climbed. This is where saviour item #2 came in! Over 12 months prior, I was in Aldi doing some shopping and picked up a pair of gauntlet gloves for two-thirds of five-eighths of sweet bugger all. These were taken home and left on a shelf, never expected to be used. When I packed the gear for the trip I threw them in, thinking I may need them in the Snowy. How right I was.

I grabbed a cup of coffee at Bombala (no low-side this time!) and with my 'new' gloves on, pushed on up the road. It got colder and colder and colder, and not far up the road I thought I was seeing things as snow started to fall. And not light snow either. This quickly became driving snow! My specs fogged immediately and I had to push them way down my nose. My left hand became the windscreen wiper for the next 40km or so as I slowly made my way up past Nimitabel. Bikes were parked there that were indistinguishable as they were covered in inches of snow. No stopping for me, as I did not wanna get caught there, frozen for all eternity. And so, on and on I went, wearing my trusty Aldi gloves, never 100 percent sure of where the road was or how much longer I had to endure.

Eventually, I started to go down and the snow finally petered out, only to be replaced by rain once again. We finally made it into Cooma, stopping at Maccas to get a large coffee and try to warm up. My hands were the only part of me that was remotely warm (thanks Aldi!!!) and hypothermia was kicking in. The people at the Maccas just looked at me like I was some kind of nut, looking something like a cross between a wet Yowie and a hunched-over 100 year-old swagman.

I finally stopped shaking and climbed back on board and roared off up the road to Queanbeyan, where I needed to fill the bike and empty the bladder. I bought two cups of the crap servo coffee that was available and while standing inside to keep warm, watched a cop pull up for fuel. When I went outside, we struck up a conversation and he mentioned that they had closed the road back up Nimitibel way due to snow. All I could think of is thank the good Lord I made it through! I don't wanna think about what would have happened if I got stuck up there. The cops last words to me were "Good luck for the rest of your trip." I was gonna need it. It was getting dark...

So there I was, with it being already dark outside and me still 300 km from home. At least it had stopped raining and snowing after 700km. We must be grateful for small mercies. Two things got me thinking; one being that Canberra region is well known for being the home for an evil plague of kamikaze kangaroos, and the other being that the lights on the MKII are so bad that I swore never to ride at night outside a well-lit city. This night I was to break that promise.

So what to do? It was almost 8pm, so I gritted my teeth, set the lights to permanent "high" beam allowing me to see at least 30m ahead, and headed down the Federal Highway. My plan was to latch onto a car travelling at a good pace and hang behind and use it as a combination light source and roo bar. The plan worked. About 15km outta Canberra, a big black Ford went by me as I was travelling at the 110kph. I tagged onto him at his speed of around 130kph for the rest of the way up to Goulburn and beyond towards Sydney. I stayed a solid 100m behind and I think he got the shits with me a few times because he sped up to 160+ a couple of times, but I stuck to him like shit to a blanket. Didn't see one bloody roo...

I rolled off the M5 and into Sydney and got home at 11pm, fifteen hours after leaving Phillip Island, now 1,050km away. I then proceeded to take a 30 minute shower, where the neighbours must have thought I was shagging at least a dozen chicks at the same time as I could not stop yelling "Oh yeah!" and "Give it to me baby!" and "Oh my God, that is fantastic. Give me more baby!!" the whole time I was in that shower. Bliss!

Well, that's my story... The MkII never missed a beat. Roll on next time!

The master of Phillip Island takes win #2
The former master of Phillip Island