As the title 'suggests' I'm an L plater on a virago who decided to head nth for 2 weeks. :grin: With the kids going to their Dads for a fortnight I decided there was no point sitting around here by myself. May as well get out there on the bike and do some riding. The main destination was Sydney, but after arriving there I realised I couldn't wait to get out of the place and took off for Brisbane instead. Here below is an account of my FIRST big trip (there'll be more for sure). I took a notepad with me but only wrote in it the first night...couldn't be stuffed after that. I'm going purely off memory and because my memory isn't the best I may have to make some bits up. :grin: THE DAY BEFORE DAY 1: (XMAS DAY CRASH) So I drop the girls at their Dads. Much hugs and kisses and 'I'll miss you's'. I promise to send them a postcard every single day and then it's off through the pouring rain to my parents. Dad's worried about my 'big trip'..tells me to be careful and look out for the idiots. Yes Dad. I'll be careful. It's about 10.30pm when I jump on the bike and head for my sister's place..one town away. I'm sitting just under the speed limit and coming up towards a sharp bend in the road so I slow right down...not slow enough though. It's been pouring down with rain the entire time and some fine gravel from an elevated driveway has washed onto the road surface. As I turn into the bend the front steering goes. Bike wobbles...tilts to the left and I think 'Hold it! Hold it!' but to no avail. We both go down, sliding along the road - me thinking 'that's it...trip's over before it's even begun' until we come to a stop. Just when I think it's almost over, the bike jerks into a 360 spin and I think 'Oh f#@!...it's rooted.' I pick it up and shine the torch over it. Bent mirror. Bent footpeg. Bent saddlebag frame. Lots of mud and gravel. Bike starts first time. I fix the mirror and the frame and then thinking perhaps it's not rooted, ride the rest of the way to my sisters where I knock on her door and start bawling like an absolute baby. My heel hurts but other than that my body feels fine. Oh, the stitched on bum part of my Audi pants is half hanging off. I beg her not to tell Dad. The bike (after the saddlebag frame has been straightened): DAY 1 : LONGWARRY TO BOMBALA 7.30 am I'm out of Longwarry and riding rather cautiously along the Princes Hwy. It starts to rain about 5 minutes after I leave my sisters. It's also windy as hell...making me all the more nervous as the wind's pushing this little virago with it's shaky rider all over a slippery, wet road. I take my time but soon get sick of taking my time and increase the speed to something closer to the speed limit. Confidence slowly returns although I'm still wary of the conditions and every right handed corner gives me flashbacks of the night before. I stop here and there along the way - refuelling both the bike and me. I'm in a slightly pissed off mood...pissed about the drop and the weather and some other shit that always seems to happen. I take some time away from being pissed off to note that the scenery from Orbost to Cann River is beautiful. The road's not bad either.. Stop at Cann River for a coffee and hamburger at the corner cafe/restaurant place. Sit there looking through the rain at the caravan park entrance down the road. Sit there looking at the motel across from me. Sit there looking at the Monaro hwy sign. I've had a message from Roamer in nthn Victoria telling me he's had nothing but sunshine all day. The idea of heading nth enters my mind. The idea of a warm bed in a dry motel room does too. The idea of settting a tent up in the rain doesn't enter my mind at all. Not sure what I'm going to do I get on the bike. It turns right at the Monaro and not long after I'm applauding myself for heading north. I've left the rain behind and the wind dies down considerably. I start to relax and enjoy myself. I'm rapt after taking this photo. Bouncing about on the bike...saying 'woohoo' in my helmet... :grin: There's an old maori proverb which says 'Turn your face to the sun and let the shadows fall behind you'. Well NSW was the sun and Vic with all the crap and dramas was one dark shadow. It really did feel like I was leaving all my problems behind when I crossed that border. 200metres down the road I met my first kangaroo - two actually - sitting on the side of the road. Blood drains from my face and my woohoos are replaced with 'Oh shit..oh shit..holy crap' I reduce speed and ride terrified for the rest of the way to Bombala. The caravan park there is quaint. Nice clean toilet block. Large warm laundry room. Friendly manager. Pretty setting. I'm glad to be there. Glad I made it this far. Intent on making it even further Goddammit. lol: That's all I'm capable of for tonight...).