Sunday, 6 January 2013

Day 4 - Thurdsay 3rd January

Omeo to Cape Paterson . . .





Moving on . . . 

As mentioned in a previous missive, most decided to give the Hilltop breakfast a miss and headed down to the bakery to eat and talk some more rubbish.  Still, while some of us were waiting we got to hear some more (or the same) of Ivan's stories . . . it really isn't the story but the way it is told.  It is no surprise that his father was a professional actor - the 'sky/ground' and 'red/white' missives were just as interesting and funny this time around.

Breaking free from Camp Dumpster!
Could have been last year, and the one before, and . . .
Not a cloud in the sky
Yodeling Heidi's Omeo residence - complete with apostrophe!
Load of Bikes . . .

It seemed as if it was national motorcycling day as everyone was out and about.  Ivan met some former racing mates - who told us of their mishaps along the road so far . . . apparently one of them had been done for 160kph, another had dropped his bike down a huge gully and another had hit a bird AND a falling pine cone at speed!  I don't think I will go riding with them.

Stay well clear of these guys
This guy sold his GS to buy a Sprint - don't anyone tell Lorraine!
Heading Home . . .

And as already reported, Ivan and Alex and Lorraine and I headed south down Cassilis Road to meet 'the Stig' Graham . . . although it was a bit like an obstacle course before Swifts Creek as we had to dodge a bloody great big flock of sheep (much to the annoyance of the dog who was trying to muster them the other way!), a kangaroo bounding across our path, a jogger in the middle of the road and tractor/slasher whose driver considered the public roadway to be his own private property.  

A combined Post Office, Servo and Bike Dealer
At least these horses were in a paddock
Not many can pass The Stig #1 - I certainly won't try!
Did anyone else notice the trainer wheels on Ivan's bike!
Um . . . good morning officer!
As agreed, we met up with Karen and split with Graham in Bairnsdale and then took every back road we could en route to see Phil's new power station at Traralgon.  It is very impressive - and how many times in your life do you get to say your mate owns a power station!


Lovely lunch at the Performing Arts Centre in Sale
Now that's a power station!
 I am guessing Phil looks longingly at this pole across the road from his power station!

After a lovely, if slightly hot, ride through the Strzeleckis, Ivan, Alex and Karen headed for Melbourne and we hi-tailed it for the coast - quite remarkably it was about 10 degrees cooler about 10 kilometers south of Leongatha.  We also heard that Karen had made it home safely - thanks for letting us know.  

I present to you the newly crowned girl racer Karen!

My Numbers

Fuel Consumption - 6.0l/100km

Distance - 372km

Time on Bike - 4:34hrs

Average Speed - 81kph







Omeo to Mount Beauty . . .

The remaining mad people stayed in the mountains for another night or three at a ski lodge near Falls Creek - let me know if someone would like to write something and I will post it here.


Whoever selected the Hilltip needs to be sacked!
This puts the Hilldump to shame!

That's better - a happy Melissa and no poles!

Mmm - I would ask the architect to check his set square!

This makes the Royal Hotel look ridiculous!

Remind us never to even say Hilltop ever again!

And the owner even rides bikes - another good choice

Doesn't that GS look nice up there!

The ski lodge . . .














































































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