Beechworth four day couples ride

Day 1 : Friday 20 April

We were lucky enough to be invited on a long weekend of motorcycling, based for three nights at the Beechworth Holiday Park. Other than our foggy early morning start on Friday, the autumn weather was perfect for all four days.

Unfortunately Dorothy and I had to be up at 4.00am to get our son’s car back to him at Melbourne airport at 6.20am. She drove his car and I rode the ZX14R which was a little challenging at times in the dark and foggy conditions. With the car handed over and a brief chat we headed off to rendezvous with the others at Riddells Creek – except we were 2.5 hours too early. (It was a very chilly 4C riding through Sunbury). After a leisurely breakfast, Dorothy headed for a park bench and fell into a deep sleep. She really can sleep anywhere! (I promised not to post any pictures). By the time the rest of the crew arrived the sun was out and the sky was blue, just perfect for a day of motorcycling.

Gentle led us to Nagambie for lunch via some very scenic roads in the Heathcote area. After lunch it was time to apply sunscreen and hit the road towards Glenrowan, skirting around Shepparton and the now dry Lake Mokoan en route. At Glenrowan we crossed the Hume Hwy and arrived at our digs at the Beechworth Holiday Park in no time at all. Our cabins were clean and comfortable and Dorothy and I shared a ‘larger’ cabin with Astrid & Peter. After a long ride and an early start nobody seemed interested in cooking meals, so Ron, Don and Nigel went hunting for pizzas and beer – which filled the bill nicely. I couldn’t stay awake and was in bed by 9.30pm.

Day 2: Saturday 21 April

We awoke to a magnificent sunny, still autumn morning. Those who were doing the day ride gathered at 9.30am and we headed out on a really enjoyable back road circuit through the countryside for morning tea at Tallangatta and then a spirited (ahh! I noticed the speed camera car just as I ‘launched’ to overtake a slower car) run along the Omeo Hwy (where the cops and ambulance were attending a motorcycle accident) to Mitta Mitta for lunch.

We then backtracked along a section of the Omeo Hwy, over to Tangambalanga and then back to Beechworth via Yackandanda. It was a great day of riding on largely deserted backroads. Later that evening we all occupied the camp kitchen, with its open fire and BBQ’s and cooked our evening meals, had a few drinks and socialised. It got quite chilly away from the fire though!

Day 3: Sunday 22 April

We all headed off on Sunday morning in yet again perfect motorcycling conditions. This proved to be a day of picture postcard scenery. The ride out through Stanley was spectacular and then the bush gave way to the open farmland of the Happy Valley Road, then onwards to Mt Beauty for morning tea. (as an aside, read about the water mining case that the township of Stanley lost HERE). After some food and listening to some kids busking with their ukeles, we headed to Bright via the twisties of the Tawonga gap and then on to the highlight of the day, the ride to and from Mt Buffalo.

Someone is a little scared of heights and had to be coaxed out to the lookout for a pic!  Great shots by Tanya. See below!

After the spectacular views of Mt Buffalo we made our way down through the twisties and onwards for a very different dining experience at Cafe Fez in Myrtleford for a late lunch.Would you like olives with your hot olives in oil?

From Myrtelford we cruised back to Beechworth where Astrid & Peter, Dorothy & I took a stroll around the town, visited Beechworth Honey, Beechworth Bakery, the craft brewery and then bought some supplies before heading back to the cabin just on dusk. It had been yet another magnificient day’s riding through some of the most scenic countryside the Vic High Country has to offer. Six went to the pub for dinner, the rest of us cooked again in the camp kitchen and enjoyed the open fire.

Day 4: Monday 23 April

Riding along the Buckland valley on Sunday arvo I had felt sorry for all the people whose weekend was over and who formed a line of cars heading for the Hume Hwy. Alas, Monday morning arrived and it was time for us to pack up and hit the road as well. It had been a terrific long, long weekend with brilliant roads ridden and perfect weather. However, we still had a pretty interesting day of riding ahead of us. From Beechworth we headed over to Milawa and then down along the pretty King Valley for morning tea at the Whitty Cafe.

A relaxing morning tea at the Whitty Cafe, at the end of the King Valley.

After a half hour stop we hit the twisties over to Mansfield and encountered virtually no traffic. We continued on to Yea for lunch and then traveled down to Whittlesea, Wallan and across to Gisborne via some deserted back roads. We had a very brief pit stop in Gisborne and pushed on for the final stretch back to Geelong, arriving home around 5.00pm. All up, door to door from Torquay Dorothy and I had done 1426kms – mostly on some of the best motorcycling roas that Victoria has to offer. A huge thank you to Ron (Gentle) for all the logistical work, route planning and leadership that he provided. A great crew of people made for an excellent four days of socialising and motorcycling. Everyone rode to the road conditions and to their capabilities – making for a safe and incident free trip. It really was ‘golden’ Ron!

Vic High Country and Snowys 2018

I was lucky enough be again invited to join Ron H (aka Gentle) and his mates on another multi-day tour he’d organised. Gentle is absolutely brilliant at route planning, transferring the routes to gpx files and then sharing them to those in the group who have a GPS on their motorcycle. There were nine of us in total on a very diverse range of bikes. Actually there were a few “twos” – two Ron H’s, two identical Victories and two Harley Davidsons. The rest comprised a Bontrike, A BMW R1200RT, a Suzuki V Strom, my Kawasaki and a brand new Triumph XR800. Everyone rode to their capabilities and to the road conditions and we had no dramas at all.

Pre-ride day (Friday 2nd Feb)

The Geelong contingent met at a servo on the ring road and we just headed through Melbourne out to the other Ron H’s home at Kilsyth where we were all staying for the night. Many thanks to Ron for opening his home to the five of us from Geelong, plying us with Canadian Club and to two of his delightful daughters for making coffees, buying pizzas for us and generally making us welcome.

DAY 1 – Sat 3 Feb: Kilsyth to Orbost

We were all up pretty early, drinking coffee, loading gear on the bikes and raring to hit the road. Peter soon rolled up and we then followed Ron H to a nearby bakery were we had brekky and rendezvoused with Max. It was a beautiful sunny morning, around 23C when we headed out through picturesque Dandenongs out to Powelltown and then on to Moe, Sale and Bairnsdale via backroads. After a fuel stop in Bairnsdale we headed to Bruthen for lunch. It was hot and sunny when we fuelled up yet by the time we arrived at Bruthen a few drops of rain on the visor had turned into a short-lived torrential downpour. As we had lunch and sheltered from the rain, unbeknown to me a bee also sheltered in my helmet (hanging on the mirror). Unfortunately my head and the bee did not get on well and as I wondered for a moment why my intercom was buzzing, I wound up with a bee sting on the top of my skull! There was a stack of motorcycles at Bruthen including a large contingent of Harleys spotted at the pub as we left town.

Below: some of our diverse range of motorcycles at BruthenLindsay’s trike – it’s cornering ability astounded everyone once we hit the twisty stuff!

“Get off that phone Gentle”!

Gentle led us on a very relaxed run in dry conditions with a detour through scenic Lakes Entrance and then over to Orbost where we checked into the Orbost Club Hotel.

I paired up to share a room with Jim C and warned him of ‘rumours’ of my snoring. After a shower and a cleansing ale, some of us ate at the pub and others went to a nearby Chinese restaurant – everyone was satisfied with their meals. We actually ‘hit the hay’ pretty early. Whilst the Orbost Club Hotel was comfortable and clean enough, it had some signage that was quite extraordinary.  I’ve stayed in some rough joints over the years, but I’ve never seen anything like this. Needless to say, none of their accessories were required by our crew!

Then this ‘fella started up around 5.30am the next morning! Yes, a pub with a rooster.

Day 2 – Sun 4 Feb: Orbost to Bombala

We’d planned to leave around 8.30am but virtually everyone was up and ready to roll before that, so we checked out a little after 8.00am. I led off and from Orbost we headed  along the Prince’s Hwy towards Cann River. The ride through this forested part of the highway was really enjoyable in the cool early morning air with virtually no other traffic on the road. We fuelled up the bikes at Cann River and then headed over the road to a diner for breakfast. With the bikes and bodies fuelled we took off up the Monaro Hwy. I led off, followed by Lindsay. Once we passed a couple of cars we settled into a good pace through the sweepers. Even though it’s a highway, this section of the Monaro is a lovely ride. Every time I looked in my mirrors all I could see was Lindsay’s headlights blazing and a huge grin on his face as he hooked the trike through the twisty stuff!  Once over the border into NSW we continued towards Bombala and then took a right turn up the Imlay Road. Again, this was a great piece of morning riding although we had to stop three times for roadworks. At one of the more lengthy stops I struck up a brief conversation with the lass on the Stop / Go sign. When it was our turn to pass she gave us a big grin and said to her colleague at the other end via her walkie-talkie “I’m sending my badass bikers through” – it kept me laughing for some time afterwards! We passed through Eden then on to Merimbula for a leisurely lunch. By now the sun really had some bite and there was barely a cloud in the sky.

Lunch stop in Merimbula

Gentle led off but once we hit the twisties of the Mt Darrah Road he flagged us to pass. Max headed off at speed and wasn’t seen again until the outskirts of Bombala. I took off next and couldn’t see any lights behind me for quite a few kilometres. It was a terrific run with lots of great corners, climbing from the coast up through the bush. Then I spotted a solitary headlight in my mirror, which got closer and closer – it was Ron H on the Victory and he was really hauling arse, I certainly couldn’t have shaken him! We pulled over when the road straightened and Max was waiting. Ron and I ‘high fived’, celebrating sharing some great, but safe, riding at pace. Congratulations Ron – you have the only Victory cruiser I’ve ever seen with no chicken strips on the tyres!

The fast guys on the Mt Darrah road! Ron, Lindsay, Peter & Max.

Gentle pointing out an optional twisty roads route for the next day.

From here it was just a short run into Bombala and to our digs at the once majestic Imperial Hotel. Raconteur owner Steve welcomed us with plenty of banter and drinks to signal the end of a really enjoyable day’s riding in perfect conditions. We settled in our rooms, several with dripping and running taps – there seems to be no shortage of water in Bombala! Steve took our meal orders early, and later proceeded to cook an excellent dinner for us all. My export quality steak from the local butcher was just sensational. Whether the lads had steaks, seafood of vegetarian pizzas – everyone rated their meal as 10 out of 10. As was the cooked breakfast we enjoyed the next morning, which in Peter’s case his doggie bag from brekky also provided his lunch, a very smart move.

Doing what Gentle does brilliantly! Peter, Phil & Jimbo contributing to the routing plans.

A rare shot of John with a stout – it’s usually a good shiraz!

DAY 3 – Mon 5 Feb: Bombala to Corryong

I slept most of the night with ear plugs in to prevent the sound of the dripping tap. After a huge cooked breakfast that Steve had prepared for us all we headed off from Bombala in fog, which thankfully lifted shortly after leaving town. We took a few twists and turns and were in Cooma in no time at all. After a brief wee stop and some air in Jim’s front tyre, Gentle led us out of town towards Adaminaby. However, about half way Gentle pulled over with a flat rear tyre. Fortunately it was a torn valve and with Phil’s compressor pump we managed to get enough air into it to get back to Cooma to the motorcycle shop. Whilst Gentle’s tube was being replaced the rest of us coffees, fuelled up again and then with tyre fixed, we all headed for Adaminaby for lunch and photos in front of the big trout!

After plenty of banter over lunch we rode the Snowy Mountains Highway in perfect weather conditions and very little traffic. Having spread out a bit we re-grouped and the turn off to the Link Road. From then on the riding just got better and better through the twisties of the Tooma Dam road.

At altitude, the temps was only around 23C which made for really enjoyable riding. Again we all rode at a pace that we were comfortable with and re-grouped after descending from the Alpine Way. The temperature had risen to around 30C and felt quite humid.

We straggled into Corryong, fuelled up the bikes and headed to our digs at the Corryong Hotel Motel. The rooms were comfortable and spotlessly clean which made for a very good impression. We repeated a now well established post riding formula, namely; out of the bike gear, into the shower, phone calls made and answered and then up to the bar for cool drinks to mark the end of the day’s riding. And what an enjoyable an awesome day’s riding it had been!

Above and below pics courtesy of Gentle

Corryong is proud to be the resting place of Jack Riley, the legendry “Man from Snowy River”.

Lindsay’s pic below

DAY 4 – Tues 6 Feb. Corryong to Hotham Heights

After a balmy night and beautiful sunrise we took off in excellent, still riding conditions. The ride along the Murray River Road was scenic, enjoyable and uneventful. After a gentle run through Granya gap we pulled into Tallangatta for a pit stop. From there it was a really scenic run to Mitta Mitta. However, in Mitta, Jimbo discovered that he’d left his water filtering drink bottle back at the motel in Corryong. After debating some options he decided to head back to retrieve it. Gentle and Phil said that they’d go along for the ride as well.

The rest of us had various approaches to the legendry twisties between Mitta Mitta and Omeo. Max had led off a little ahead of the rest of us and wasn’t sighted again until Omeo. Everyone rode to their capabilities and we met up in Omeo for lunch. We’d made good time, so after a leisurely lunch, we headed off to Hotham Heights. Ron and I detoured to take some pics and have a look around the Hotham airport and Dinner Plain.

We settled into our digs at Ron and Peter’s lodge, however, we’d had no word from the trio who’d returned to Corryong. Eventually they rolled in a little after 6.00pm, having also done the Mitta to Omeo run and looking thoroughly exhausted!

Below – second time at Mitta Mitta – Gentle’s pic

Alas, the pub at Hotham was our only choice for dinner so we wandered up there for a meal and a few well deserved drinks. Looking out over the mountains from the balcony of the pub was an absolute treat.

Day 5: Wed 7th Hotham Heights to Torquay

Again everyone was up are raring to hit the road well before our 8.30am agreed departure time. Although the morning air was crisp, the forecast was for 36C. Today was our ride home and we had quite a few kilometres to ride. Normally I look somewhat forward to getting home even after a short trip like this – however, I was genuinely sorry that our trip was drawing to an end. I had a ball riding a mixture of excellent roads in excellent company. We headed off and the road conditions for the descent from Hotham to Harrietville were much better than a few weeks prior when I’d been through here. It was a lovely riding down through Bright and along to Myrtleford where we had an excellent brekky at a quirky place called ‘The Fez’.

We took a brief stop after an enjoyable run through the King Valley and then the twisties from Whitfield to Mansfield. However, Gentle cracked the whip and we hit the road in no time at all. The cool of the morning was gone and the sun really had some bite. We had lunch in Yea and then said our farewells to the Melbourne fellas. From here on it was a pretty boring run, just grinding out the kilometres in the heat to get home.

It had been a terrific trip due to the planning and leadership of Gentle, great roads, great weather and a great bunch of fellas to ride with, ensuring that there were plenty of laughs and banter.

The newest sport-touring tyre from Michelin, the Road 5. I put this on a few days before we left and it performed pretty well. However, it did let go just a little under power in 2nd gear on an uphill hairpin when I clipped the end of a very worn, barely visable, old white line. It certainly got my attention!


Rawson and Bright December 2017

The December 13th run to Rawson is a Geelong Ulysses annual event. The first day of the 2017 ride had a weather forecast of 36C, after days of unusually cool summer weather. I’m not sure what it actually got up to, but it was damn hot for riding. Unfortunately we encountered a lot of roadworks that we had to stop at throughout the morning section of the ride which involved skirting around the north of Melbourne via backroads. The heat radiating off the engine / radiator was just about unbearable with the dual fans forcing a blast of heat straight up at me.

Pic above by Graham Aitken

After lunch at the Healesville Bakery we headed off through the beautiful bush roads through Powelltown and Noojee and onwards to Moe to stock up on food and drinks for the evening. Most of the riders just wanted to get to Rawson as quickly as possible due to the heat, however, Gentle led a small group of six who wanted to take the road down to the historic township of Walhalla. It’s an excellent road with just one bend after another and tall timber all around.  I did a ride through town to take some photos and then met up with the other fellas at the quaint little pub. We then had a great run up through the twisties to Rawson with Marty leading, to cap off a really enjoyable day of riding, despite the oppressive heat.




























We got to our digs in the caravan park, which is a bush park, and got the riding gear off, and then had a shower and got into shorts as quickly as possible.  We self- cater at Rawson and after a few beers had the BBQ’s fired up and our evening meal cooked. It was a lovely warm evening sitting under the tall eucalypt trees yarning with the crew.

Two Rawson pics below by Peter Barclay 

On Thursday Marty and I headed off for Bright, via The Great Alpine Road, rather than heading home with the others. We stopped Bairnsdale for lunch and to top up the coolant in Marty’s ZX14R. We had a brilliant run to Omeo where we stopped for milk shakes and then headed to Mt Hotham and onwards to Bright. The descent from Hotham wasn’t that enjoyable as virtually every downhill, left hand hairpin bend had very soft tarsnakes all through them. It wasn’t great feeling the front end squirming about on each corner.










































We pretty much had the Bright Brewery to ourselves. It was the perfect spot for some craft beers on a hot afternoon. We strolled around to visit Peter Rees and John Allen (who still rides extensively and rides well at age 82 is a real inspiration) at their motel and had an enjoyable time yarning with them.  After a counter tea at the pub we headed back to the Riverside motel to watch the cricket. I actually didn’t see much of it as I kept nodding off to sleep! Two days of intense riding and heat finally caught up with me and I was out like a light by 9.30pm. We were up fairly early and hit the road. The cool morning air of the Ovens and then the King Valley was an absolute treat. At the end of the King Valley we pulled into Whitfield and enjoyed a cooked brekky at the General Store. I love this area and we camp on the King River fairly regularly.














I was thinking of dropping in at Stringybark Creek – the site of one of Ned Kelly’s battles with the police, however, a local informed us that it was approx 10kms up a dirt track so we gave it a miss. We thoroughly enjoyed the twisties between Whitfield and Mansfield and rode through to Yea for fuel and lunch. From here it was pretty much a straight run through to Strath Creek, Broadford, Bacchus Marsh and then home.

All up I covered 1250 kms of really enjoyable riding, mostly on twisty bush roads of Gippsland and then the Vic ‘High Country’. The Ulysses crew were great company on the first day, and as always, Marty was a great riding mate for days two and three.