Day 2 Continued
OK - the maps out because I don't remember the names of some of the places we went to. (You can get yours out too!! - Map that is....)
OK so I fell over but pretended I wasn't hurt and that I was very brave. I didn't even notice the hand sized bruise up the front of my shin for a couple of days.
Next stop was the Sundown National Park - thought the road looked twisty on the map so off we went. It was great - hard dirt, sunshine. Got to the end of a very straight but very hilly stretch of road near what looked like a river on the map but was a very small stream in real life. Sat on the bank and ate biscuits and cheese thinking life doesn't get much better than this!! We were tempted to go down more dirt roads to Warialda - now who remembers the rallies there in the early '80s?!!! Decicded to skip memory lane that day and keep heading north where I know sunshine, warmth and twisty, sneaky-potholed roads awaited. Headed over to Texas (next to my home state of New Mexico, not) - there's road in them there hills....
Trip across from Sundown to Texas was brilliant - great solid road - both paved and dirt - up and down and a few big swoopies. No traffic. Nice. Because of a few detours we were pretty short on petrol and stopped at the first station a very small old fashioned 2 pump job - $2.00 a litre and no premium. OMG. I always like to support the local businees but come on. Figured we'd go ahead and go to the BP where petrol was $1.20 or so. Go figure.
Full of petrol and iced coffee (still no good, real, expresso type found...) the local constable pulled us over to smell our breath (OK he didn't do that - remember when they used to do that? Now you blow into a straw and they don't even get to sniff the alcohol anymore). After clearing us to go, I pulled out my map - a service to the next 10 drivers who didn't get sniffed - and asked the best roads north without heading on the main roads. He showed us two ways to go one with elevation and one with twisties.
Hey - talking about polleesmans - I got pulled over on Saturday on the way to the 50th anniversary rally at Dayboro. Just past the National Park going out of Mt G to Sommerset. The (very nice and very good looking young) constable booked me for doing 85 in a 60 zone. He wa also a bike cop so he was really interested in the car exhaust on my new motorbike. He asked me about it and I told him (while more 3 bikes rode past - lucky buggers - how come nobdy did that for me?) I just bought the bike and it was a bit loud so I was waiting for the new pipe to come in so I could change it. I'm thinking he's going to comment on how loud it was but he was just genuinely curious, or maybe showing off that he could tell the difference betweena bike pipe and a car pipe, on a bike!! Anyhoo, he was verrrry nice to me despite giving me a ticket. When he finished (giving me the ticket - get your attention back to this) I got on my bike which is way too tall for me and, being parked on a slope and leaning waaaay over, I couldn't lift the bike to an upright position. Nice policeman says do you want a hand? I say No. I say Yes. I say See you made me nervous. He kindly pushes the side of the seat and the side of the tank (OMG another bike goes past - what would they be thinking?) He laughs and I take off. Sigh. I'm such a dag.
Now, I was riding with 3 boys when this happened (I'm still with the ticket not my holiday ride....) who all pretended they didn't know me and rode on past. I'm cross cuz I got a ticket and they didn't even wait!! They are round the corner becasue they didn't want to stop with me incase thepoliceman was checking bikes over. So I wouldn't tell them I just got fined $330.
I'm tired now - off to bed and more installments to come.
Love LurvRat