Took a run over to Daylesford via Carlesruhe and Tylden. Dropped in to the lake for a Coke, then came home via the memorial to the lost boys:
In 1867, the three boys wandered off into the bush to play and never came home. Searches went on for weeks. Three months later, a dog brought a bone out of the forest. The boys were found huddled together in a tree hollow. The bush here, a lot of it cleared now, is very thick, and cold in winter. (It was 28C in Daylesford but 22C in the forest on the way home). Many parts of Australia have similar stories.
Home via Trentham and the Pig and Whistle pub.
Went for a 3 hour fang through the Golden Triangle of central Victoria. Not much traffic around. Took some back roads to Daylesford then turned in at Blampied and cut across to Clunes. Stopped to read the info sign here:
This once was a thermal lake, created by the volcanoes (the hills in the background). It held salt-water fish, crocodiles and palm trees. Climate change in action. To the left is an abandoned gold mine – a feature of this area.
From Clunes I headed towards Talbot but turned off towards Carisbrook. Fantastic road with no traffic. Home via Castlemaine.
Spun the Breva 1100 and Ducati GT1000 up to Bright for the weekend. Out through Yea to Mansfield for morning tea and fuel. Then over the range to Whitfield. This is a great road: a long straight out of Mansfield with the hills looming closer and closer (past the turn-off to Stringybark Creek where the Kelly gang murdered three policemen) then up the escarpment in a series of sharp turns before running across the top of the range, past Powers Lookout (Power was Ned Kelly’s mentor) and then spiralling down the other side to Whitfield.
The road was very good condition but there was the occasional rock fall, dead ‘roo or wombat, spray of loose stones and oncoming 4WD to keep us honest. Not to mention the opposite direction Honda Blackbird which over cooked his corner and came around the bend on the white line. At one point, where the power lines come marching across from the distant ridges, the road runs right along the cliff face in a series of tight turns – and there’s no safety rail!
From Whitfield, it’s a fast run up the picturesque King Valley through Edi and Moyhu before the valley broadens at Milawa and the ride becomes more boring. But after Markwood the road becomes a series of fast sweepers that lead you to Myrtleford, past Mt Buffalo, into Bright.
Bright, along with Port Fairy, is our favourite town in Victoria. We took a cabin for the night, had fish and chips and a few beers at the pub/brewery.
The next day we fanged home, retracing our route – it’s such a top ride.
Attended the annual Festival of Italian Motorcycles held at on the concourse between Melbourne Museum and the Exhibition Building in Carlton. Plenty of Guzzis and Ducatis with a smattering of Laverdas, Morinis, Vespas and Aprilias.
Afterwards we held the Moto Guzzi Club’s Christmas barbie in the nearby gardens. The ranger came and booted our bikes off the footpath, which passer-bys had been admiring.
It was a typically tropical-type of Melbourne spring day; it poured on and off for an hour, then we steamed in the sunshine.