So, first off the bat i want to say to anyone reading this, who also read my write up of my brisbane trip i took last august, which in my opinion was one of the best bits of writing ive ever done (thats probably not saying a whole lot) that this report wont be nearly as suspensful or interesting, more of just a report. this is mostly because nothing really went wrong and i was not leading the ride or really making decisions on the route, i was with three mates, (RSV4 Factory, RVF400 and a CBR600, yeah i know, all perfect touring machines) so i had less chances to just go and do random interesting shit, we were focused on the ride, the roads, the corners. Also, there wont be a huge amount of photos, because i left my dam CF card at home, and instead had a tankbag (which i would not have needed) full of gear (3kg) that was just dead weight, but i got some contour footage of which might make an appearance after some editing. So onto the ride. here is the full route we took on google maps, i dont know the name of many of the roads as i was not leading, so you will just have to follow on and see where i say shit was good and figure it out http://tinyurl.com/c6yvzwj Day 1 We left sydney on thursday night at 7pm, in the pouring rain, i was rushed and stressed with my last day of uni finishing 30 mins before the ride was set to leave, and not having the balls to wear a race suit to a lecture, needed to go change and load up the viffer then go to the meet. So after an extremely stressful time, i finally made it to the servo, in soaked leathers with nearly soaked luggage, i went and bought some garbage bags, made some improv luggage rain covers (and tried to make a poncho, that failed, my wets were too much effort and we were already late, so i said f it lets go) so the plan was to make it to broulee on the south coast in about 4 hours, just to slab it down and hit the sack ready for the next day. Well the rain, holiday traffic and fear of nightsticks up rectums from highway dragged this out to a long, cold, wet and dark 6 hour ride, with the only conciliation prize being an extremely underdressed and decent looking blonde chick at the nowra caltex at 11pm on a wet thursday, where she was going or had been, we could not understand, but it was a morale booster. The rain which was meant to be an hour long kept taunting us the whole way down, stopping for long enough to dry the leathers out, then bam, more rain, thankfully it was a warmish night, so we were ok, but dam i wish i had chucked my wets on as i left home. (it JUST started to sprinkle as i turned out of my house, oh well.) my main issue is my terrible 1980s headlights which are worse than a candle in a draft. Everyone else was chilling with xenons, but we stayed close mostly and i was alright. Anyway, we rolled into broulee, woke everybody up in the town, (i thought my viffer was loud but holy shit the factory would have woken the dead) and turned in. Ready for the next days ride to orbost. Day 2 Despite me assuming a 6am on the bike start the next morning (just something i normally do when touring) we rose at a lazy 8 and left at 9, by the time we got to the first servo, i realized i had left my phone back at the house, not good, group morale was lower than when we saw the line at the norwa maccas the night before, which was very long. But it was a decent ride past some lake of some sort into moruya, saw a cop hassling everyone, but thankfully he left us alone. so we filled up and hopped on the bikes, heading for orbost victoria. Some insider knowledge from one of our group members took us on some great routes through some amazing coastline, i have heard that the far south coast of NSW is the best coast in the state, and i would say thats correct, the water is just bluer some how. was a great run, you can check the maps for the road names, as i said i was not leading so i didnt know many of the smaller roads. After warming up the tires we headed over to mount mrytle, which was a truely stunning road, traffic free (in fact everything was traffic free besides the motorways, i can remember 3 times i was held up by cars in the corners) and some great scenery with nice ferns and rainforesty type stuff going down, the surface too, was pretty nice. we eventually came into bega, this excited me a great deal, i was in the town that makes the cheese! not special cheese, just normal cheese, that was the best part, no shit any knob can make expensive cheese on his dairy farm, but to go to the epicenter of national cheese production for just boggo stock cheese, that was special....i was excited. Sadly my companions did not see things the same way, and snubbed my idea of visiting the factory with great veracity, saying that bega is shit cheese and why the hell would i want to go there, i hope someone on here gets why its cool to visit the place where normal cheese is made. Anyway, we filled up and headed to bombala, i remember the roads pretty pretty nice here too, its hard to remember them all, but it was a great ride. We got into bombala, which was pretty much dead, we found a pub that was open and were greated by a typical pom chef, who told us he could only do fish as it was good friday, never knowing if he was pulling our leg or being legit (hey we were happy to find something to eat) we went for the fish, besides our mate on the factory, who was seemingly doing a "best chicken snitty" tour, and only eating snittys for lunch and dinner the entire trip, after a bit of convincing, snitty was on the cards. So after i made a fool out of myself trying to get earl grey tea with milk and sugar in front of a pom (all i wanted was warm liquid by this stage, shit knows what tea is what, i just know the end result, which is a beige milky drink) we sat down for our actually dam good good friday lunch, enjoying some great fresh fish and awesome chips, my mates nitty even came covered in bacon, though he rejected this idea, i guess he thinks a snitty should stand on its own (WTF?? BACON IS THE BEST) but hey, i scored some free bacon so i was happy. After weighing up the merits of going down the monaro, which i figured would be cop central, we decided to just run the bonang south to orbost. And wow, what a road, just insanity that this place exists, the mind numbing consistent corners that just do not stop ever, the lack of any kind of straight for a bit of a breather and a stretch (yeah you can pull over, i know, anyway). It just keeps going and going and going. The surface was good by NSW standards, but the dirt was a bit intense and just a bit, oh god really?? especially because i was at this point, absolutely knackered, body position is very important on my bike, you cant just sit there like a modern sportbike and go as hard as you want in with your body in the one spot, you need to get your legs working and get your position right for every bend if you want to make a decent pace, my knees were dead by the mid point. But after the obligatory poses with the famous sign, we split up and took it at our own pace and i took it as easy as i would let myself (which was still pretty hard ) we pulled into orbost at about 5pm, into the great bike friendly orbost central hotel, the owner was nice enough to let us, and any other biker guests park in his personal backyard behind the hotel and keep them shut up over night. I was very annoyed, after reading up on Victorian beer drinking etiquette that this pub did not offer pints, and didnt even have VB on tap, but oh well, VB is shit anyway, but i like to keep it local when im visiting interstate...even if it means drinking 4x or vb . After many carltons however, i was satisfactorily pissed, and crashed in my decent room, at a very good price of 30 bucks. And i think thats where im going to end it for tonight. Turns out i did go into more of an acedote rather than a road report, so i hope you enjoyed, stay tuned for part two when i can be bothered.