We all survived the first night in a Youth Hostel, although Sydney Donna, Fearless and M and M are old hands after the UK ride! Some of our American friends were woken early by our very loud native birds, including a Kookaburra!! We headed off under mostly sunny skies for an early morning gas stop and then breakfast at the local Harley-Davidson dealer, Fraser Motorcycles.
The guys at Frasers cooked up a great brekky of bacon and eggs, while the technicians made a few adjustments and checked out some minor problems with a few bikes. Rhonda had been proudly riding all week with a boxing kangaroo flag on her bike, but when the technician returned from a test ride Skippy was firmly wound up in the rear brake caliper. The caliper survived but sadly Skippy did not!
Local Channel 9 news turned up to film our departure and after a morning radio interview with ABC Central Coast radio we headed out of town on a new route suggested by the local HOG members. We missed one turn but finally made it to the highway and then turned off on scenic Bucketts Highway.
The scenery through Barrington Tops and the local farmland was gorgeous and there was very little traffic. After 50km of twisties the lead group pulled up in a little town to discover the rest of the group was missing. After 5 minutes of nervous waiting the rest of the bikes arrived – Suzanna had stopped to reattach a bungy cord that had gone astray.
The second half of Bucketts Way from Gloucster to Nabiac was more potholes than road, but M and M were relieved to see that the bridge that had washed away last time they rode through had been replaced and we didn’t have to ride through the creek bed!
At Nabiac we went to the National Motorcycle Museum – a huge shed in a back paddock with a great collection of motorcycles. After a BBQ lunch watching some great old motorcycle movies, we headed north to Taree, accompanied by some local Forster Ulysses Club members.
In Taree we were welcomed by a group of local breast cancer survivors and girls from the local High School! We took some great photos with the girls all wearing our Harley jackets and told them to go home and tell their mothers they wanted to buy bikes!! The local Manning River Times came out to take pictures for a story in the coming week.
We finally made it to our hotel just ahead of an afternoon thunderstorm. It left as quickly as it came, but by the time we got ready to walk down the street to the local Sailing Club for dinner, another storm had rolled in. The lighting lit up the Manning River all through dinner, and fortunately it had passed by the time we needed to head home again.
Participant Comments:
Everyone was pointing the finger at me this morning as the ‘snorer’ in the non-snoring room of 8 women!! It wasn’t me – fair dinkum! We survived our first night at a youth hostel in Newcastle feeling like teenagers again. Beautiful ride up Bucketts Way this morning where I hit a big pothole – I thought…… there goes the prosthesis! Positioned it, and off we went. Tonight I’ve weaved my way into a non-snorer’s room tonight in Taree. Now enjoying a few wines at the Taree Sailing Club sharing good stories, good food and good times with the brilliant thunder and lightning show over the Manning River.
Love Bad Aussie
My first blog – I’m afraid it’s probably not going to be terribly interesting, but here goes….The youth hostel was an experience that I wouldn’t necessarily repeat if given a choice – those who know me would agree that room service and a mini bar are more my style, but we did have a great time in our “sometime snorer” room. I think we all fared pretty well and had a lot of laughs thanks in part to Dr.Jurd’s Jungle Juice!
The riding today was fantastic. Parts of it reminded me of home, but some was like nothing I’ve seen before. The farming countryside was just gorgeous, and I’m anxious to see what’s to come – the aussies say it keeps getting better (except the bugs, which I’m told will keep getting bigger…)
The other highlight of my day was the shopping at the Harley Dealership – I happened to find one of the only girl shirts with a dealer logo on it. It was black, a tank top, with rhinestones, my size, and was on sale. Hello.
Enough for now – I’ll try to find another virgin blogger…
Love,
Karen
It’s raining it’s pouring….room 18 is snoring Bumped their head on the side of the bed and couldn’t get up in the morning.
Well, I’m sitting here in the restaurant watching the lightning storm. It’s been going on about 4 hours now..
The ride today was great (although the potholes are way bigger than California in spite of what Meredith says)
Sunshine is spotty, but I am determined to come home with a tan. If I’m broke damn it I’m gonna be brown. Not in a youth hostel tonight…..so gonna get some sleep.
Cassara, I love you. See ya in 6 days!!!!!!!!!!!!
Stacy ( AKA psycho granny sweep on holiday)