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Ducati Tourismo 2007 - Albury to Thredbo

Discussion in 'Roads, Touring, Journeys, and Travel' at netrider.net.au started by Mrs Scumbag, Nov 19, 2007.

  1. Every year the importers of Ducati into Australia (Norm Fraser Industries (NFI) put on a sponsored tour for Ducati owners & guests. Past tours have been in Vic, QLD, NSW & TAS with approx 300 to 350 bikes joining each time.

    This year the tour programme was to run from Albury to Thredbo, stopping overnight in Jindabyne, Lakes Entrance & two nights in Thredbo.

    As owners of Ducati, Scumbag & I were able to invite 1 guest each to join us on this trip, so with much ceremony CeJay & Boo were invited along to join the madness.

    Brother G & Jarrah were also part of the fun.

    A few statistics

    The trip was approx 2500km
    Most expensive fuel was in Thredbo at 1.60 per L
    Longest distance in one day was just on 500km
    The weather was amazing, bordering on hot in many places.
    Millions of bugs & other assorted insects died for our cause
    There is a fly plague out there in the country !! :shock: :shock:

    more to follow
  2. Day One - "you want to leave at what time ??"

    Thanks to my beloved Scumbag wanting to get on the road early, Day one commenced at the OMG awful time of a 7am departure from our place.

    Jarrah had sensibly crashed at our place the night before & another friend of ours, Steve owner of a Multistrada, was coming along for the ride too.

    We had arranged to meet CeJay at the Lillydale BP, do the first fuel there & then head out via the Maroondah Hwy to Healsville & beyond.

    Gee the Spur is quiet at 8am on a Sunday morning :) - only got passed by one bike right at the top.

    From there we headed out via Bruxton & skirted around some of the more interesting roads to Alexander (Taggerty to Thornton - great sweepers) & then did the looooong boooooring bit from Alexander to Mansfield.

    Once we refueled at Mansfield we headed out via Whitfield to Milawa :twisted: :twisted: - Steve & I stopped for some photos of the burnt out area while the other speed demons shot ahead of us.

    A quick stop at Whitfield to strip of layers - it was getting rather warm & do a quick suspension check on Jarrah's bike - saw us heading off to Beechworth to meet up with the lovely Boo & Steve Guzzi.

    Beechworth was holding some sort of Celtic Festival when we arrived, so was a little more crowded than normal. Lunch at the famous Bakery & then we headed off to Albury.

    By the time we reached Albury we were all rather hot & some of us were in dire need of fuel. Immediate impressions were that the town had been invaded by noisy V-twins, there were hundreds of us buzzing around town.

    We dumped our stuff at the Hotel & responsibly squidded around to where the official registration point was to get all of our tour goodies & see who else had arrived.

    Being too hot to hang around for long we headed back to the Hotel & airconditioned comfort via Dan Murphy's.

    Its funny to see a Hotel forecort taken over by bikes, I reckon the place we stayed at had about 100 rooms & 98 of them were occupied by Tourismo people.

    My beer tasted pretty good after the days riding in rather warm conditions. :) :)
  3. Jealous, me? :(
  4. Righto Day 1,
    Melbourne to Albury via Beechworth to meet up with Boo.
    Left at a reasonable hour, do not listen to Mrs Scumbag the time was ok.
    Steve, multistrada 1100 S made it to our place with the aid of his GPS.
    We all left and headed up to Lilydale to catch up with Cejay and refuel before heading off.
    After fuel and Cejay making it, we ambled up the road to Healsville then onto Marysville.
    The Black Spur early on a Sunday morning is a quite nice place to be, other than the couple of cars that made it a little hard work. Due to the Rally Australia being on at the same time.
    Into Marysville and coffee time. The bakery is not a good coffee stop, the coffee is not good enough but never mind. Chatted to some of the rally people and listened to some of the cars blatting up the road. Made me grin.
    Off up to Alexandra via Thornton and Taggerty. Nice little run.
    Alexandra to Mansfield. Less said about that section of road the better.
    Refuel, the bikes and us, with good coffee and food at the cafe at Mansfield. Then the run to Whitfield. Nice piece of road taken at the pace. Unfortunately there was a little leaf litter on the road and some gravel on corners which made it a little interesting. Into Whitfield and had a play on jarrahs bike as she was having suspension issues , slowed the rebound down two clicks and made all the difference.
    Up to Beechworth and caught up with Boo and Steve Guzzi.
    From there to Albury via some backroads, had a ball, but very warm.
    Into Albury and tried to find the meeting point. Decided to find the hotel first and then squidded down to the registration to get our packs.
    Back to the hotel with beer.
    Good day was had.
    More to come
    Scumbag out
  5. Day 1 - Reporting for Duty Sgt Scumbag SIR!!!!

    So the appointed time came and I was ready. Waiting at the BP in Lilydale for Brian, Eleanor, Steve and Jarrah, I was excitedly contemplating the next 7 days and the roads that we'd cover.

    Ducati Turismo is an annual event for those devotees of the bikes with L Twins and duff clutches, loud pipes and with shares in carbon fibre composite factories. Luckily, those same people have friends who don't ride Ducati's. That not only makes them well rounded individuals, it also permits them to invite non Ducati riders to share their passion for riding with 300 other people over some of the best roads that Australia has to offer.

    Day 1 wasn't technically part of Turismo, but you have to get to Albury somehow. And why not via Marysville for a coffee, Alexandra and Mansfield? Mansfield is a thriving country hub, with lovely cafes and most importantly PULP. Never forget that PULP isn't always available. Bikes with high compression engines just love 91 octane :( Whilst in Mansfield, Steve was showing me his GPS on the MultiStrada. Ever the wit, I mooted that it doesn't help you go fast...Steve laughed, that laugh that says 'I'll show you'!

    It's worth noting that in the Peoples Republic of Victoriastan, our esteemed officials (also known as our betters) have decided that anything more than 103kmh will have you instantly destroyed in a fireball dispensed by roadside devices. With this in the back of our minds, the entire week would be spent at sub speed limit velocities, sure were we of instant death. Except when we ventured into the recently liberated Democratic Republic of New South Wales where the elected and enlightend officials allow you to speed with impunity. Apparently

    The road from Mansfield to Whitfield is fun. It goes from tight and twisty to open sweepers, cuts through (sadly) burned out forest, back through twisty bits before a descent into the valley. The views from some of the corners are breathtaking, especially one where you can see the top of a power pylon right in front of you. For a fraction of a second you think 'faaaark, that's not right!'. Then you remember that there is a really (and I mean REALLY) sharp left which you have to make, otherwise you'll be hugging the pylon for all it's worth!

    There is a fair bit of leaf litter, dead tree limbs and scattered gravel, but at anything less than 8/10's it's perfectly safe.

    Stopping in Whitfield for a drink and to perform some suspension adjustments to Jarrah's 600 (Scummy and I are trained suspension technicians you know), we make our way to Beechworth via Milawa. Stopping to eat and drink as well as pick up Boo and Steve Guzzi, we sampled the local Celtic festival. I think the arrival of 3 V Twins and a screaming IL4 might have disrupted the girls dancing :)

    And then to Albury. Arriving in 30 odd degrees after several hours riding we decided to squid from the motel to the registration point. I went pillion with jeans, t-shirt, soft shoes and a helmet. I still don't get squidding, but hey, each to their own.

    We registered with the event organisers and first met Harry. You will hear all about Harry over the week. Harry's hair was straight on Sunday.

    Settled with our registration, time to eat. And drink. What a great nights sleep!
  6. Mooooooooorrre!!!
  7. What Cejay neglected to mention was he was my pillion :LOL: :LOL:
  8. I started out by meeting the Amigos at Donnybrook Road Servo.
    The next thing we knew we were in Albury.
    I had recently been under the tutelage of Bin Verde, having taken on his theories of point to point cameras, I sort to put them to the test.
    ASAP we were at Online motorcycles talking to Phil, finding out where the good nosh was in Albury. The Thai close to Chifley was fine.
    I was intending to get an early night. Yeah right. MCC suggested a stroll on such a warm summer's evening. Who should we come across but B1, B2 and BW. We stopped to savour the sights and sounds of the Bended Elbow. On the way out, we were almost on our hands and knees. :p
    On Sunday, I thought that I'd be realistic and sleep in. :cool:
  9. Day Two – “the sound of 300 V-Twins in the morning ??.......sounds like Tourismo !!â€

    The noise & comings & goings of way to many over excited Ducati riders during the night ensured a crap sleep was had by all. We got the bikes loaded up & joined the 300 other riders at the start point in Albury. Breakfast was provided by Apex for a donation & Brian & CeJay informed me that the bacon & egg rolls with tomato & coriander chutney were the goods.

    The tour was kicked off by the Mayor of Albury (probably hoping that we would leave town & never come back again) & we had the normal welcome speech by Wally, manager of NFI & overall host of the whole tour. During the speech Wally did a rider brief of the days roads & also showed the route markers which had changed from previous years.

    Once the speeches were over we all headed to our bikes, geared up & fired up the twins……..wow, 300 bikes all firing up in close confines is just a gorgeous sound. Every one was grinning like a demented monkey at the thought of 4 days of great roads & lots of fun.

    After the usual stop, start of getting 300 bikes out of town & onto open road we headed off along the Murray Valley Hwy to the Granya Gap Rd. We had been warned of spray seal repairs along this road during the rider briefing that morning so were planning to be a little circumspect there.

    As usual in pack rides, I ended up being separated from CeJay, Boo & Scumbag, however wasn’t fussed as I knew we would probably meet up again around lunch time. The 1st part of the ride consisted of me being consistently passed by a shite load of quicker bikes as the ride positions & pack sorted themselves out into their respective travel pace.

    The Granya Gap rd was poorly sign marked by our route marker (note – don’t mark a corner 5m before the corner !! as its likely that anyone on a bike doing 180kmph (or less) will not see it in time to turn. By the time I showed up, the turn point was chaotic, brakes going off everywhere & bikes shooting past at speed. Fortunately a pack of 5 of us got around the corner together, sorted ourselves out & then headed up Granya Gap.

    Nice road – shame about the sprayseal – God I hate that stuff !!

    We then headed out via the C546 to Tintaldra – awesome rd, lots of nice fast sweepers. I settled into a nice speed for myself & kept an eye on my mirrors for faster traffic (there was lots !!). Caught up with the rest of the gang at Walwa where I had to stop for an urgent loo break (it was hot & while hydration packs are a wonderful thing, damm it increases the loo breaks).

    Once the bladders were under control again, we headed out to Tintaldra, I followed CeJay & had much fun trying to keep to the pace & admire the scenery at the same time.

    From Tintaldra we headed to Towong & then had a fuel stop in Corryong before heading out along the B400 to Cabramurra. This road is just beautiful, it runs through the middle reaches of the Kosciusko National Park, is well sealed (often not line marked) & after the heat of the morning, was a beautiful green, cool, twisty, sweeping piece of heaven to ride.

    From Cabramurra we then headed to Kiandra & then down to Adaminaby. For those who haven’t done this stretch of road – do it NOW !! IMHO its one of the best bits of road in Australia. The 50kmph marked twisties open into fabulous sweepers that swoop & dive through a valley that provides scenery that is enough to make you weep (if you are looking at scenery that is). I got into the fuel stop at Adaminaby with a huge grin on my face & shaking from the adrenaline rushing through me.

    Lunch at Adaminaby was very welcome, breakfast had been a long time & a lot of km ago. From Adaminaby we headed to Berridale & then to the nights stop at Jindabyne.

    Beer tastes even better after a 450km long day in the saddle riding awesome roads with a bunch of friends……anyone else ever noticed that ??
  10. Right. The actual first day of Tourismo
    Assembled in the local park, just happened to be across the road from the hotel, along with the remainder of the participents, well other than those who wanted video or photo ops as the group left the park.
    After all the normal briefings that are giving, we saddled up and headed off to get out of Albury. Little convoluted and not a good enough police escort but never mind.
    Once out on the road the route directions provided in the registration pack helped me immensely. I could plan the turn offs with good time. All except for the Granya turn off. I made it and Cejay did as well but Boo went hooting past with another group. Mrs Scumbag made the turn and I motioned for her to keep going.
    After a couple of mins I chased off after Boo and met her coming the other way. After a stop that had the back end waving a little and the u turn I caught up with her and then waved Cejay through and up the Granya gap road as he was going to be quicker than us.
    Mmmmm sprayseal and decending radius corners are not a good mix. Good thing we were warned about this road.
    Once past the road works the road snakes itself along very nicely until Tintaldra. Comfort break for those that needed it.
    Cejay and Mrs took off and Boo and I followed a little later at a lower pace but still a good one.
    Refueled at Corryong and then up the gap towards Khancoban but too the turn to Cabramurra. This is a piece of road that is tight in some spots but very nice to just flow along. Under shade all the time. At one point you decend to the dam crossing then climb up again this can be very interesting at times.
    After another comfort break at Cabramurra we heading towards Adaminaby. Wonderful ride. Lunch was good too.
    From adaminaby we wondered are way to Jindabyne via Berridale via a lovely little section that saw Cejay and I have a little play. Good pace that.
    Thanks to the 1098 rider that took the police 4wd, As Cejay and I would have been next. We are still not sure why he did not just open the taps and disappear. All the copper could have said was it was a red bike. Lots of those on this trip.
    Also the accommodation at Jindabyne. We walked into a sauna as the heating was still on and maintenance had not turned it off yet.
    That is all for the day
    Oh and dinner made me reminisce about defence life and the mess food for some strange reason.
  11. Day 2 - Brekky in the Park

    After a great nights sleep (that was a joke by the way) we awoke to the sound of bikes being warmed, riders getting dressed and bladders being emptied.

    We loaded the bikes up and made the long trek to the starting point...directly opposite the motel. The park is on the Murray and was an idyllic setting for the start of Turismo. Whilst not the first, we were fairly early and managed to get in the coffees before the queues got horrendous. Mmmm, coffee at 7am is a requirement for any Italian bike rider!

    Over the hour more and more people turned up, some wearing identical Ducati leathers. Some think it looks great, others less so. But 3 guys, all riding together in the same colour leathers? C'mon gents!

    Brian was being a social butterfly whilst Boo just had them. I was giggling. Eleanor was soaking up the atmosphere. We had the obligatory speeches from the Mayor of Albury and the Ducati management. And then we were off. Being first in means last to leave, so we waited for a few minutes whilst all the bikes readied themselves for the green light exit out of the park.

    We managed to clear Albury without drama, but 300 bikes all jostling for position didn't make an attractive sight. Closely bunched we rode through 'The Town that Moved', aka Tallangatta. It transpires that one of our party spent parts of her childhood there, something I am sure she was itching to tell is but couldn't as we sped past. Her time would come!

    The next major navigational task was to turn left over to Granya. We were warned of gravel as someone had gone down there the day before. The drama was heightened as the tiny little Ducati sticker was placed on the signpost AT the corner, so as some stopped, some sped past and some nearly crashed. Mmmm, the first navigational hurdle and we FAILED!

    Riding over to Granya the gravel was there, but not as bas as I have seen. Regardless, there are no points for crashing on the 1st day (extra if you lose you licence!), so caution was called for. Ahh, bugger it, just go as hard as you can :)

    We stopped in Walwa for fuel and fluids. The servo was a single pump serving something with the octane rating only marginally higher than lemonade. Beggars cannot be chosers, no matter what they tell you and life isn't fair, so fill up here I did. The Tuono is blessed with an 18l tank, but fuel economy wanders between 14km/l to 18km/l. So with a light that comes on at 140-180km, you fill up when you can.

    Exiting Walwa, Scumbag comes out to play. We're heading towards Corryong at speeds that will have you making friends with Bubba. Over a crest, we are just about to get on it again when we see the blue lights. Thankfully, our faithful bodyguard (who we must get the name of) took a bullet for the President and manfully sacrificed himself for the benefit of the many. 142 in a 100 was offered to the rider who gratefully accepted as he'd been doing quite a lot more than that. The officer gave some advice on how not to be caught too....

    Stunned that a rider on a red bike in a group of 300 red bikes would stop for a 4WD police car that was coming TOWARDS him, we still accepted the gift and buttoned off a little. We turned left towards Khancoban before realising we needed to go into Corryong for fuel. This was ok as it allowed a series of corners to be taken again :)

    Filling up in the 'Ong, Boo uses the last 4.7l of premium the owner had! Litterally there was no fuel left in the servo. The fuel truck turned up not less than 2min later, talk about JIT delivery! And they say country folk aren't with all the latest management techniques!

    Back on the road to Cabramurra, Brian and I get another chance to play. The hundred or so kilometres pass in a blur, but that doesn't stop the need to pee. A 3l Camelbak, plus coffee and coke needs to be got rid of and evaporation doesn't take it all. Stopping in Berridale for a roadside pee stop (outside someones house - it's the country, don't worry!), I save a dog from getting run over and certain death (not that the elderly owner seemed to care).

    Regrouped, bladder emptied, we arrive in Jindabyne, only to spend 10min looking for the resort. Damn those little Ducati stickers!

    All booked in, I discover that they've double booked my accomodation, so I hang with Eleanor in their sauna whilst it's sorted. Oh, I forgot to mention. The resort 'Upgraded' their heating system and left ALL the heaters on in the cabins. With closed doors. On a 30 degree day. And some heaters could not be turned off! Something about a brewery and getting drunk comes to mind...

    The evening slops were eagerly consumed, along with alcohol. Alcohol is your friend.

    Harry's hair is no longer straight.
  12. Ooo is this where I say my little bit?
    Steve & myself left a day early (sat) & rode through pouring rain & some hail… It was a good dry run (pardon the pun) to test the waterproof Dianese gloves I’d bought. Waterproof they were, if only I had enclosed the glove cuff within my jacket sleeve instead of the other way around…

    During the ride up to visit my Dad in Wangaratta (sadist that I am) Steve & I test rode some Blue Ant technology, the wind noise over 70kms was atrocious! However in their defense, apparently it had something to do w the microphone as once we pulled over & Steve made some adjustments, everything was all good.

    Saturday night was spent drinking wine to easy the pain of parental cohabitation & watch music dvd's.
    Sunday we meet up w some of Steve’s friends at Winton raceway & then on to Beechworth-it was hot! As said by all above we traveled from Beechworth to Albury & then I squided on the back of the Guzzi to the sign up point & then back home via Dan’s place. Steve Guzzi heads back to Melbourne-someone’s gotta work! A walk into town for dinner followed by more beer! There’s a new stronger Carlton Cold on the market & it gave me palpitations all night :shock: or maybe it was nerves… Anyway I couldn’t sleep.

    Day One: I don’t remember much… Speech, past on the food & went for a protein bar. Left it far too long between meals & was tired by lunch. Oh yeah I took a small contiki tour past our first turn off, waited five minutes & chucked a U’ie. Hehe, I didn’t see the corner marker! Used up the last of the petrol at an out of the way petrol station& watched a truck touch park a sign. A big petrol tanker truck! Our first night was in Jindabyne-I made it! Sauna for a bedroom, bloody hot water! More beer-this time from the tap, poo food (literally) & a big thanks to Brian for my first day as chaperone.
  13. You are all utter, utter bastards.

    Except for Mrs Scumbag. She is lovely.
  14. So before we continue our tale, I feel its only fair that I explain how Tourismo operates on a daily basis, this may help you make sense of some of our more obscure comments.

    Coffee - as you know all riders of Italian bikes require coffee at regular intervals. The sister company of Ducati, Alpha Romeo understand this & not being content with providing the support cars for this trip, they went the extra mile & ensured that a coffee provider was at each mornings start point handing out lattes & double shot short blacks to those that needed a kick start to their day.

    Dinner - dinners on Tourismo are usually held as a group in a central location at each nights stop point. As we all know, there is nothing a group of motorcyclists on tour like to do after they have peeled off their bug encrusted gear but to get together with fellow motorcyclists over a beverage of choice & yarn about......bikes, roads, sex, world peace & the current global warming crisis. The official dinners also give the organisers a chance to provide a ride brief for the next day, note any funny happenings to participants & commiserate with those known to have come to the attention of the constabulary during the day. Unfortunately any catering done for approx 300 people by necessity usually offers up food that ranges from ok to OMG that is dog food !! Scumbag & I were forcibly reminded of our military service on the 1st & 2nd night.......those that have ever eaten Mess Food will understand what we mean.

    Route marking - one of the event organisers job is to get up at 4am each day & head out on the designated route, marking it as they go to ensure no one gets lost.........we had a new chap this year & it took him a couple of days to work out how much advance notice a rider on a bike travelling at say 140kmph needs for an upcoming turn.

    Big Red Truck - NFI send along their big red Ducati Race Team support vehicle on the trip, the truck leaves last each day & as long as you are in front of the truck you know you have help on its way if you run into technical difficulties.

    Event Crew - nothing this big can be organised without some sort of event company helping out. This year we had a lovely group of people who were Tourismo virgins :twisted: Led by the lovely Harry, they were responsible for the smooth running of the whole schebang. As you know, organising motorcyclists on tour is akin to herding cats, we know everything & never listen when we are asked to......heaps of information was provided to us to help with the smooth running of each day........probably would have worked if we ever bothered to read it :p (some of us did, but I am weird like that).

    so now you know how some of the minor details work on this trip.....on with the story
  15. Day 3 - Faaark, how boring is the Princess Highway?!

    After another night of debauchery, wild sex and rampant drug taking, we rose to the quiet of 300 people and bikes gradually warming up. Breakfast was markedly better than dinner, so after some cereal, toast, coffee and a shower, we made our way to Lakes Entrance. We basically turned back on ourselves and headed back into Berridale and then off over the mountain tops down towards the coast.

    This route offered a mix of everything. Long sweepers, some tight gnarly roads as well as some challenging descents. I saw a snake crossing a road as well as an Echidna going for a waddle.

    One of the highlights of the trip down was the descent over Brown Mountain. What a road! I was taking note of the speed limits, not that that actually meant I obeyed them! Brown Mountain comes with a certain reputation, as Steve would attest. Coming around one corner I saw him parked, looking over a cliff to where he lost his 748 a few years ago! The road was starting to melt already and though I know the road was offering grip, it's not a great confidence booster. Coming down the other side, I stopped in Bamboka for some fuel, coffee and a cake. Never forget the cake. Cake ranks only just behind PULP as an essential for any trip. Afer all, if you have cake AND run out of fuel, at least you will have that nice full feeling...

    Bamboka has a World famous pie shop. Apparently. I don't know, but the little tin man on the roof looked good. And the weather...! Wow, another awesome day, just clear blue skies and temperatures that rose all through the week.

    Leaving Bamboka we continued on our merry (and full) way. The roads from here were not (for me) great. Occasional gravel meant that some care was required at all times, leaving me to be circumspect when going through some corners. Of particular note was a road where the road workers decided that a little yellow 'Stones chips' sign on the entry to the corner was an adequate warning of the gravel around the corner. At least one of the WA crew went down at this point. Pity.

    Making it to the next small town, I stopped to take a photo of a small wooden church that was falling down. The countryside is littered with things like this, oddities that make you think 'WTF!'. Occasionally you get the time to stop and check. I'd recommend it. Anyway, an old man on a porch was rocking back and forth and a wave from me was returned in that lazy way that you imagine dictates the pace of life around here. I wonder what he was thinking? There was probably more traffic on that road in that one or two hour period than the entire week! And all wonderful twins. With dodgy clutches.

    Eleanor appeared, all happy and waving madly. And then we continued.

    Bombala. We found a great little cafe and met up with the couple doing the trip on the scooter. They were having a ball and embarassed more than a few other riders along the way!

    The roads away from Bombala are fairly quick and parts of them are nice and twisty :) Making the most of these, we enjoyed the long sweepers and beautiful scenery as we arrived on Cann River. From Cann River onwards it was to be strictly 100kmh as we moved into Vicpol Alley. Unfortunately the Twins would be no match for the highly tuned Radar of the local Rozzers. So we ambled into Lakes Entrance, bored beyond all imagineable belief!

    Mrs Scumbag organised accomodation fitting for the 4 of us. Yup, we got the Penthouse Suite. I'll repeat that...Penthouse. And it was good :)

    Dinner that night was at Lakes Entrance Golf Club. I can heartily recommend the club for everything you desire, as long as your alcohol likes are limited to White or Red wine, VB or a light beer. 4 choices. Boiled sausages don't rate as my most favourite, but at least they had flavour, something the meatballs lacked in spades! So, when the bus came to pick us up, most of the hardcore bikers took the earliest bus back they could!

    We were starting to think that Harry's hair might not be the only thing that was no longer straight.
  16. More roads..more roads!
  17. Day Two – “the agony & ecstasy of motorcyclingâ€

    So day two saw us up at sparrows fart (well it certainly felt like that) & over to the mess hall (sorry food court) at Station Resort for breakfast & our daily coffee fix.

    Today’s route was from Jindabyne to Lakes Entrance via Candelo, Wyndham, Bombala & Cann River…….now there’s a route that’s going to make any red-blooded motorcyclist grin like a loon.

    The first part of the route descends into wide valley country with pretty spectacular scenery & lovely open sweeper type roads. I love the scenery coming out of Cooma heading towards Bega, mountains wherever you look. I should note at this point that I had a few moments during the day where I spent too much time looking at the great views & not enough time watching the approaching corners….this resulted in a couple of “wow, will you look at that view….OH Shit !! Corner !!!!†moments.

    Once past Cooma things start to get interesting once you hit Brown Mountain & the tight twisty decent heading down towards Bemboka. By interesting, I mean the level of traffic on this road was pretty high & you needed your wits about you dealing with it. Coming into a nice, tight, descending radius hairpin I was greeted by a fully laden semi coming the other way & hogging my side of the road…….

    Re-grouping with CeJay at the pie shop in Bemboka gave me a chance to catch my breath while we waited for Scumbag & Boo to join us.

    Refreshed we set off on the next leg, which took us down to Candelo, Wyndham & Bombala where we had decided to stop for lunch. The road along the top section from Bemboka to Candelo is a little dodgy in its sign marking & surface condition & needed to be treated with a healthy dose of reserve in hand, unfortunately this got worse when we hit the Candelo to Wyndham leg as the Bastards from NSW Roads had been out doing patch resurfacing work with spray seal (#$(#&%!!!!!!……as the road was now twisting through very pretty forest area, providing lots of shade spots across the road, spotting the fresh spray seal patches became even more problematic.

    Fortunately the next stretch from Wyndham to Bombala was just magical. Flowing, sweeping, tightish road running through a combination of forest & fairly wooded farm country, kinda like the Chum Creek road except it goes on for 50+ km or so

    Lunch at Bombala provided a welcome break, it had been warm when we left Jindabyne & was now starting to get warmer & warmer the further we moved south. Was so glad we made the decision to take the Camelbacks with us on this trip, they were a godsend.

    CeJay & I shot out of Bombala in a blur of excitement as we were now on the famed stretch of the Monaro Hwy to Cann River. For those that haven’t ever done this road, its approx 87km of almost race track like curves that beg to be ridden at OMG stupid speeds. Sweeper after sweeper greets you in a symphony of left & right hand combinations as you head on what seems to be like a never-ending descent down to the coast. CeJay was waiting for me at the Cann River servo with a grin, I got off the bike & did a little happy dance to indicate my enjoyment of the moment.

    Once we regrouped & imbibed the regulation sugar fix we headed off on what seemed like the longest, most boring stretch of road ever made (well after the almost orgasmic previous 87km, that’s what it felt like !!) to Lakes Entrance.
  18. :tantrum: What VTRElmarco said!

    Any pics???????? Share share share share!

    Also, if one of you could jump onto google maps and map each leg, I'll be totally complete in my utter jealousy of you all.

    Thanks :)
  19. I too am a huge fan of the Monaro Hwy. I first travelled on it during the first Turismo in 1999 and was most impressed. This time it was even better with adjustable suspension and being apart of the amigo freight train. :grin:
  20. Rob, both are being dealt with :)