FAARRKIT'sHOT.......(says the crow).......
But a ride is a ride, and autumn is surely coming?
Isn't it.......??
Anyway, we gather at Chapel Hill for an 8.40 start. I haven't ridden the Mt Crosby route for maybe 10+ years so I was glad to be the tail gunner today.
18 souls onboard the Ducati express this morning and I'm the only Multi.....but there's 2 perfect V4 SF's in the group, along with a GT, and a Bevel, and even a BMW......you can't account for taste
.
So we head off and are almost instantly separated by traffic.
, where'd they go? These guys in front of me are just a millisecond too slow to catch the lights and stay in touch with the main group.....oh well, someone will mark a turn, and thankfully they do. So no losses...... yet.
Great backroads over parts unknown to me. But....a horse float lumbers in front of our tail group and we have no choice but to lose sight of the main group. 3 riders get by over double lines, but I'm 2 up with pillion Barb, so I must wait for clear vision, which comes after an apex. I give the V4 a prod and up comes the front wheel as I crank it around the horse trailer
.
Good fun......and the rider aids keep it all in shape.
No lost souls yet......
So we head to Fernvale via Pine MTN Rd. Still an 18 bike convoy, but I swerve to avoid something on the tarmac, which I later realised was a sunglass case that fell from one of the monsters in front. He turned back to rescue it while his wife stopped her bike to wait for him. I continued on and told the corner marker at Fernvale there were 2 to come.
Over to Lowood and I was marking the turn for the 3 strays and the club president rounds me up and misses the turn taken by everyone else......off I go in hot pursuit, flashing headlights, beeping the horn, eventually getting them to stop and turn back.
Now we're
'd....I have no idea where the group has gone for this leg.....so we cruise on, hoping a corner marker has waited in the excruciating heat for our band of miscreants. Wow, the 1100 rider was still there on the turn I was guessing the lead group took, phew..... Off we went, arriving in Marburg.....no corner marker, so we go straight ahead and end up in Rosewood - so Gatton is the destination, but unknown to me, my tail group has stopped to fix a tail tidy on the V4SP and I find myself alone, but I know where I am, and where I'm going (now) so I'm head down and going for it.
Pillion Barb and I arrive only 36mins late, but we are not the last to arrive. It seems quite a few have taken some unusual routes to get to Gatton
.
Brunch was at 'Tins & Trays' restaurant, and that was very very nice, even on a 35C sunny day......
Homeward bound was a highway run for me as pillion Barbarella wanted to get home asap. So did I (to beat the worst of the heat).
A great day out, pity about the heatwave conditions, but if you don't ride, you miss out......
Here's some pics of bikes and the venue.....
I need a cold drink........where's autumn......🥵
But a ride is a ride, and autumn is surely coming?
Isn't it.......??
Anyway, we gather at Chapel Hill for an 8.40 start. I haven't ridden the Mt Crosby route for maybe 10+ years so I was glad to be the tail gunner today.
18 souls onboard the Ducati express this morning and I'm the only Multi.....but there's 2 perfect V4 SF's in the group, along with a GT, and a Bevel, and even a BMW......you can't account for taste
So we head off and are almost instantly separated by traffic.
Great backroads over parts unknown to me. But....a horse float lumbers in front of our tail group and we have no choice but to lose sight of the main group. 3 riders get by over double lines, but I'm 2 up with pillion Barb, so I must wait for clear vision, which comes after an apex. I give the V4 a prod and up comes the front wheel as I crank it around the horse trailer
Good fun......and the rider aids keep it all in shape.
No lost souls yet......
So we head to Fernvale via Pine MTN Rd. Still an 18 bike convoy, but I swerve to avoid something on the tarmac, which I later realised was a sunglass case that fell from one of the monsters in front. He turned back to rescue it while his wife stopped her bike to wait for him. I continued on and told the corner marker at Fernvale there were 2 to come.
Over to Lowood and I was marking the turn for the 3 strays and the club president rounds me up and misses the turn taken by everyone else......off I go in hot pursuit, flashing headlights, beeping the horn, eventually getting them to stop and turn back.
Now we're
Pillion Barb and I arrive only 36mins late, but we are not the last to arrive. It seems quite a few have taken some unusual routes to get to Gatton
Brunch was at 'Tins & Trays' restaurant, and that was very very nice, even on a 35C sunny day......
Homeward bound was a highway run for me as pillion Barbarella wanted to get home asap. So did I (to beat the worst of the heat).
A great day out, pity about the heatwave conditions, but if you don't ride, you miss out......
Here's some pics of bikes and the venue.....
I need a cold drink........where's autumn......🥵