Long term inmates may recall my faltering attempts to do the Bonang about three years ago (was it that long?), in which bikes were wrecked, the odd bone broken (not mine, although I will not describe that as fortunate out of respect for the damaged), tyres deflated and luggage misplaced. Despite all this, some fun was had. I never did get a clean run at the Bonang, and so this year I hatched a plan to give myself two bites at the cherry just to make sure. I decided on a Friday night departure to give us enough time in the good stuff, so after work I headed off (with friends) through Lysterfield, Berwick and on to Sale. We stopped at the Gippsland Hotel which turned out to be an excellent choice – very reasonable prices, helpful owners, nice meals and comfy facilities. If only the Maccas across the road didn’t attract yahoos at 4am everything would have been perfect. Anyway, a cloudy but dry Saturday morning saw the Bengwarden Road, Bruthen and Orbost dealt with by mid morning. I will confess just a little bit of trepidation as we head into the twisties after that last debacle, but before too long the corners are starting to string together nicely, the new Metzeler M7s are gripping and I’m feelin’ it. We all are. The road conditions are perfect with smooth tar, no litter and no traffic. The overcast actually makes vision easier too. Things go so well I find myself doing silly things just for shits and giggles, and it just goes on and on and on. Did I mention I love these tyres? The first dirt section signals a break from the fun, and after that our resident dirtmaster shows the rest of us how much we have to learn. The first 4km at the southern end is pretty corrugated but not scary, just uncomfortable. After that it’s fairly smooth and hard packed with just the odd bit of fine gravel here and there. No problems.