The route to Monville and back. (not by Frodo Baggins.) New tyres fitted Saturday, wife has the day off Monday, so the plan is there, to head for the hills and taste the freedom bright and early Monday morning. So at the crack of smoko we fuelled up and headed off. We took one backpack with a selection of cheeses and dips, some Jatz, yoghurt, knick-nacks, and set a bead on Montville. I toyed with the idea of South Pine Road, and Clear Mountain Rd, but in the end we came up the SE Freeway and Hale street, Kelvin Grove Rd, Enoggera Rd, Old Northern Rd and Collins Rd. Bunya Rd, Eatons Crossing Rd, Mt Sampson Rd. Mt Sampson's beautiful roller coaster sweepers never fail to raise a smile. Dayboro, Mt Mee rd. Quite a few places where half or all of the road has gotten tired and is having a little sleep. Traffic goes by one lane diversions with their own little traffic light. 3km North of Mt Mee we stopped at the lookout and had a bit to eat. Took some snaps. Agreed that we were having a good time. The weather was perfect. The bike was running and handling like a new flagship model should. The tyres were working like good Cherman engineering should. Found a monument, all new and shiny. Very impressive. The view over the Sunshine Coast is astonishing. Chatted to a couple in an MG, and a bloke on a 1200 Sportster. It was his father's. The old man got to ride it once before he died. Now the son has two Harleys. It has less than a thousand km on the clock. There's not a mark on it – it is immaculate. The son takes it out for a quiet run every now and then, because bikes should be ridden. Nice. Also met two stereotype BMW owners. An older gent pulled in from the north on a silver K1200, PR3s with just over 10k on them. Scrubbed and worn to the edges. Nice chap. An R1200 RT pulled in while we were talking. Black. New. Shiny. PR2s, not scrubbed beyond 20 deg. BMW saddlebags. BMW system helmets. BMW riding boots. BMW all weather jacket. BMW mail order wife. Naturally, he looked down on us four cylinder heathens, and wandered off to look down on the view, after looking down on the MG and muttering something condescending to his wife. You get that sometimes.