Just got back from a quick fang up the Ocean Road with Vic, Deano and Roughcactus. Keith's restrictions expired overnight and he registered his shiny CBR1100XX budgie this morning after having it sit in the shed leering at him for months on end. Naturally he was keen to blow the cobwebs out of it so we pootled off towards the Ocean Road via Dean's Marsh. After an hour of boring straight shit during which we were largely unfettered by traffic, we ran up the arse of an un-overtakeable articulated truck at the first of the 40k rec twisties, and couldn't get past the bastard until it opened out again. I was so furious with the truck that once we did boot it past him I very nearly bollocksed the next 35k rec righty and ran off the road. A timely reminder to calm the fcuk down! The sun was shining, the roads were dry and it was even quite warm as we broke out into Lorne and hit the good stuff. My last 2 trips up this way were in the rain, I was bloody rapt to get a nice dry crack at it! The bike was feeling beaut after a new chain and sprockies went on last night and I managed to leave piles of hero knob gratings through quite a few nice loopy turns. Bugger-all traffic to annoy us, I think I blasted past all of about 4 cars to Apollo Bay, including one I passed twice full of waving sheilas. The second time involved a slightly dodgy second gear wheelie of greeting, in the oncoming lane and coming up to a 40k rec corner. Whoo, hope they appreicated it, it was possibly one of the more foolish decisions I've made. Lunch was in Apollo Bay, a good chance for a bit of bullshittin' and a couple battered savs. Keith's seat, wayward at the beginning of the trip, had stayed attached and he was grinning ear to ear with his newfound power. Deano's knee sliders had received a bit of a pounding and Vic didn't seem to be regretting the decision to piss off the work he was supposed to be doing this afternoon one little bit. We then turned around and headed for Torquay at a slightly more relaxed pace - the proximity of cliff face on the left always makes me take it a little easier on the way home... That and the memory of the thud as I shouldered an oncoming bus coming through Mt. Defiance a couple years back. Ow. This is a truly f*cking sensational road, even if you can't nudge it too far past 80 without risking a slap on the wrist. Those looooo....oooooooo...ooooooong wide looping 30-40k rec corners are sensational fun even within sniffing distance of the limit, and I lost a good deal more peg feeler metal on the way back. Keithy got a bit of a dog up him on the way back too, staying more or less in touch with the rest of us as his confidence on the budgie developed. We dropped off a very happy man in Torquay where his folks are and the rest of us headed back for home. The traffic lights in Geelong really inspire a bit of lunacy after a long straight commute from the GOR. Last time it was a parade of 6 wheelying maniacs launching from light to light, this time it was some pretty hairy lanesplitting action. Good fun. Hope you had a good time lads, I had a corker of a day. The GOR during the week = WOOHOO!