Omeo to Cape Paterson . . .
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.
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| Breaking free from Camp Dumpster! |
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| Could have been last year, and the one before, and . . . |
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| Not a cloud in the sky |
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| 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.
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| Stay well clear of these guys |
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| 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.
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| A combined Post Office, Servo and Bike Dealer |
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| At least these horses were in a paddock |
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| Not many can pass The Stig #1 - I certainly won't try! |
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| Did anyone else notice the trainer wheels on Ivan's bike! |
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| 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!
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| Lovely lunch at the Performing Arts Centre in Sale |
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| Now that's a power station! |
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| 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.
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| 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.
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| Whoever selected the Hilltip needs to be sacked! |
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| This puts the Hilldump to shame! |
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| That's better - a happy Melissa and no poles! |
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| Mmm - I would ask the architect to check his set square! |
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| This makes the Royal Hotel look ridiculous! |
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| Remind us never to even say Hilltop ever again! |
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| And the owner even rides bikes - another good choice |
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| Doesn't that GS look nice up there! |
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| The ski lodge . . . |
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