Thursday breaks cool but threatening showers....
But a ride is a ride.......
So I launch the beast at 6.50am and battle my way through the early morning commuters, city bound, then I get a decent run from the city scramble out to the meeting point at the 7-11 servo at The Gap.
I get there at 7.50am, almost done in from the 1 hr hussle through the clogged city, but looking forward to our fang out over Mt Mee, Maleny (via Belthorpe), and down to Peachester for brunch.
There were 6 starters and one pickup on the way.

Little did we know about the conditions we were about to encounter.......
So a Tri-coloure M1100 had the lead with my super-bus in 2nd, the frail looking little old guy on the BMW boxer was in 3rd, the Hardley-a-Diavel 4th, a stripped down ST4S and the midweek convenor's 1200SMS out the back......
Traffic separated us almost instantly but the tail caught up as we approached Samford, only to get seperated again at the roundabout

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Anyway, roadworks, slow BMW rider in 3rd, and Dayboro appears.....Greg on the SS750 is just around the corner, and the famous 7 are on their way over Mt Mee - errr, stuck behind a work ute and a Dodge RAM.....

.....both were quick where we could have passed, and slow where we could not......

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Nice morning and the frail looking little old guy seemed to not be able to stay with me while I was being considerate and keeping our progress under all speed limits.......

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Well we kept together so that's good, right? No need to regroup at D'Aguilar....no stragglers....

, so on to Nonmus Rd (yes, really....that's it's name, but everyone pronounces it Anonymous Rd

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I know this road well, from 30 odd years of riding up and down it....it has claimed many inexperienced victims, and I"ve stuffed up more than a few times!
We make it past the first test, a sharp uphill steep switchback left turn which absolutely cannot be taken within our lane....I go wide on exit as I launch upwards, so does the next, some of the others start their turns from the other lane just to make the exit, we all get through, no drops......TFFT.
Overhead is dark cloud, threatening a shower, but soon we are immersed in that cloud as we climb the ridgeline. Steep roads, sharp turns over crests, narrow bitumen, wet surface and cold enough to make me think of using my hit grips in the middle of summer....
We turn for Maleny in thick fog/cloud, follow a sedan and break free of the mist at Mary Cairncross Forrest park. Phew, that was hard work....now I need a

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Past the policeman booking a Mazda CX3 driver and down to Peachester we go......it's time for a yarn!
I enquire about the little old guy on the BMW, curious to know if he thought I had been riding too fast, and suspecting he might not know his Speedo error, but typical of every BMW owner I've ever talked to, his bike was perfect and he said he had personal reasons......WTF does that mean? Oh well, secret squirrel mens business, don't admit anything to a Ducati rider

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Anyway, we had a great yarn and a feed, and the ride home via Old North Rd and Narangba was fine, even thought a police Stinger blitzed past our convoy just outside Woodford (in the 80k dual lane).....someone's day was in ruins wherever they were off to with lights and sirens..
Our 1st official midweek pensioners on Multistrada's run was a success
Here's the obligatory Ducati scrum/huddle at Peachester - err, pretend the HD is a Diavel....
and ignore the black BMW.....
