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Where to take a visitor from Perth in 48 hours... :)

Discussion in 'Roads, Touring, Journeys, and Travel' started by Loz, Jul 12, 2006.

  1. [real quick writeup, I'll do it properly for the newsletter]

    So Martin (Dangerman) comes over to visit Melbourne from Perth and he's got a VFR750 for 2 days and he wants to sample what Melbourne riding is about.

    Well, we just got back. Here goes:


    Dean's Marsh (pissing down)

    We get a break in the clouds for a minute while we have a coffee in Lorne, and the GOR is dry for all of 5km, then we come around a corner and the rain blasts in sideways again. BASTARD! SHITE! BOLLOCKS! You can see it sheeting down the road.

    Apollo Bay is dryish and the 100k bit through the valley is nice even in the wet, we're starting to get some rhythm going, Martin's loving the VFR.

    Laver's Hill, where we stop for lunch at one of the great biking pubs in the world. Owner Pete Malloch joins us for a beer and a yarn, he's selling the pub soon so make sure you go say g'day before he leaves, he's a legend. Before we leave he starts up his incredibly loud 1940s Ariel 350 single for us and gives it a few squirts:
    He uses it for trackdays out at Mt. Gambier.

    Then out through the shocking piece of road through to Port Campbell, albeit at a quicker pace than we were doing last Saturday for Deano's birthday ride.

    And this time we stop at the apostles for a peek:

    Then it's back through Laver's Hill and off through Gellibrand to Colac along this bit of road, Martin's hands slowly turning to popsicles:

    From Colac it's the long, familiar drudgery of the road back to Geelong, where at least we know there's GREAT tuckere awaiting at my favourite diner (I'm obsessed with this place):

    And then it's dodge the speed cameras all the way back to Melbourne where we chuck 'On Any Sunday' on the telly and stick away some vino to wind down. We sleep very well!


    Sky looks bonny and blue, so it's off down the Eastern to Warburton. Bugger me, it's beautiful, but freeeeezing cold and wet. Reefton's not gonna be much fun in this weather so I thought we might do some sightseeing instead. Why not take the Mt. Donna Buang road, I've got fond memories of that.

    It's covered in all sorts of shit from top to bottom, possibly the dirtiest road I've ever seen:

    Then things get misty:

    And then something totally unexpected:

    Then some goon, who has left his face covered so we may never be able to identify him, goes and dumps his red CB900 in the snow. Gee that guy's lucky, he'd cop all kinds of shit if we knew who he was:

    Marty took the opportunity to do a snow burnout (or shall we call it an iceout?):

    And since he'd never seen snow before we wandered up to the summit and mucked about in it:

    Yep, that's the world's fattest, grumpiest snow angel, right there.

    Bugger this for a joke, we jumped back on the bikes considerably warmer after wandering up the mountain and babied them back down to Warburton.

    The plan was to finish there, but after riding in the snow, what could Reefton possibly have to challenge us? We turned left and headed up the spur, taking encouragement from the helpful sign at the Reefton CFA office:

    Reefton was great, much better than I remembered, although Marty was freezing his arse off and kept stopping to warm his hands on his exhausts:

    Another view of the misty twisties towards Marysville:

    Nice bird in tree photo at guess where:
    OK, here's where:

    Then it was a fantastic run down the Black Spur, no traffic to speak of and the occasional patch of dry road. We were starting to RIDE BABY YEAH!

    We had a couple hours up our sleeve, so we thought 'to hell with the straight way home' and headed right through Toolangi to Kinglake, then hooked off left at the roundabout to tackle the outrageous Kinglake - St. Andrews rd:

    Yep, that's what you dangle your head over when you're coming up this way!

    Then the same goon as before went to take his red CB900 off the centrestand on gravel when too tired and cold to hold it up. Over it went again. Pity we don't have photos, we might have identified him this time.

    The road home became gradually drier until at least one footpeg touched down on one of those evil 30k corners back in towards St. Andrew's.

    The run back to the city was frenetic - the hire bike had to be dropped off by 5 and there wasn't a second to spare. We stopped on Victoria Street to refuel and clean all the shit off the VFR before handing it back over to Eddie Garner with a smile on the dot of 5pm.

    I'm ROOTED! I'm sure Martin is as well. Hell of a couple days though, I think he's seen some of the best roads Melbourne's got to offer, even if he saw them through rain, hail, sleet, gale force winds, freezing cold, snow and a huge amount of debris.