Not all rides are good rides
With the 109 all fixed I was eager to get out on the road.
Word had it that there was a ride around the snowies this weekend, so I decided to tag along.
With a plan to meet at 8am on the Saturday, I decided to join Dazzabee for a run down to Adaminaby on the Friday night, with a plan to meet the rest there Saturday morning.
It was at this point I should have ended my run and headed home.
The ride from Adaminaby to Corryong was fkn horrible. Pushing 400kg+ of low-slung cruiser through those hills was a nightmare. And all I managed to acheive was a big kick to my confidence and hold everyone else up, and already I could see this being a problem.
The next stretch was probably the only bit of road I enjoyed all weekend. While a few people did a lap up around the mountains, a few of us took the low road thru to the Mt Beauty turn off. It was 80-odd k’s of fast open sweepers. Exactly what my bike loves. *That* was good.
The next bit was a run thru to and over Mt Beauty. Again; tight, narrow and not much fun. However Mark stopped for a bit down the bottom of the mountain and I was detirmed to make it over before he caught up. I got about two thirds down the other side when Mark went scooting past me like I wasn’t even moving. Fuck. Ego-kicking 2.
I finally arrived at the meet point with a Melbourne guys (a good 5-10 minutes after everyone else) to now 20 faces looking pissed at me for making them wait.
The next bit was to make our way up Mount Hotham. Yeah… you guessed it. Slow, tight, narrow. And a fuck load of hard work. I finally reached the top where again, everyone was getting cheesed off that I was the slowest though the mountains.
We left there and the road started opening up (thank christ). The group leaving the top of Mount Hotham kind of got seperated into two with me being at the back of the first pack, and I was determined to get to Omeo before the 2nd group caught up. Believe it or not, I actually managed to acheive this (shock horror).
However the damage was already done, and I was officially the “slow guy”.
Drinks and food followed the ride, however after a few nasty comments by one of my fellow CRers regarding both my riding and my bike, left a bitter taste in my mouth and a sour note on my night that I just couldnt shake. People started to disperse into their own little groups, and considering I didn’t really know anyone I headed to bed for a really shitty nights sleep.
When I was wakened at 6am I managed to snooze a bit more untill 8am. At this point I was tired, sore, and really fkn cranky and all I wanted to do was leave. However I decided to swallow my shittyness and hang around for everyone else. By the time everyone had finished dicking around it was about 9:30 and we finally got going. Straight into another stretch of tight, slow, narrow, and now WET roads. Fucking great. I finally reached the turn off to Orbost and everyone was sitting there looking pissed because I had made them wait…. again…. (Ego-kicking 3) I didnt stop and just went straight past them and kept going. I wasnt in any mood to chit-chat. I belted striaght thru to Orbost for fuel and hung around there for a while waiting for everyone. When there was no signof them I continued on to Cann River and waited. Eventually everyone showed up, didn’t see me and kept going. I slowly got my gear back on, turned off to Bombala and put the hammer down. I caught them just as they were fuelling up again at Bombala. Not too shabby considering they were a good 10mins ahead of my slow, heavy cruiser.
Lunch was scheduled by Nimitabel. I headed off first and again just opened the bike right up. The roads out there are open and sweeping, just how I like it, so I left them behind in fairly small order (until I hit a huge bump in the road which sent me air-bourne and left me incredibly winded when the bike and I landed – so I had to stop for 5mins to catch my breath) And which point everyone caught up again.
Lunch was ho-hum and from there we all just headed home. By this time I was in such a shitty mood that I just couldnt stand doing 110-120k’s up the hwy so at the first overtaking after Cooma I opened up the throttle and didnt see them again.
No loss, after all – I didnt want to give them another excuse for having to wait for the slow cruiser……