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Here we are, the six of us, at the Laverton start (photo 1 shows Lal Lal Falls) and your scribe just volunteered to do the ride report and Rene puts a hand up to rear ride. Now we are going through Little River, these are the roads where they raced motorcycles in the 1950s. I’m on a Manx Norton leading the pack on this stretch. We are following many road signs ‘To Prisons’, maybe to visit relos? Must be getting close as those two hitchhikers in coloured clothing are obviously escapees. Or perhaps locals following the current fashion trend for gaol-themed garb.
The Geelong crew decided it was time to catch up with our Ballarat cousins for a change as numbers have dropped off in recent times. It was a chilly but fine day with next to no wind as we headed to Ballarat, picking up Doug Aldham as we passed through Meredith. Good time was achieved with highway speeds maintained along the Midland Highway to our first stop at the Cruze Cafe`, where we were greeted by Burger and numbers to rival ours. It was obvious that Burger had been paying inducements to those in the Ballarat camp.
Rain greeted me when I opened the front door to bring the paper in. Not encouraging. But I was keen to ride and a call to Reg assured me that it wasn’t raining at the ride start area, so that was where I met the other optimists, 14 of us, a good number for a mid-winter ride.
Reg led us in dry conditions and patchy sunlight through Whittlesea to Kinglake West for morning tea. Towards the top of the hill it became colder and low cloud appeared among the trees but we happily piled into the Flying Tarts bakery for a good chat and warming drinks.
When I heard the weather forecast on Saturday for the next day’s ride I decided the modern BMW with the heated grips was the way to go. This turned out to be one of the best decisions I have ever made. More on this later.
After a coffee and chat, 9 riders left Calder Park in brilliant sunshine, but by the time we had reached Gisborne light rain was falling. It was getting cold too. Further on, almost to Woodend, my bike computer said the temperature was 2.5 degrees. Now, to my way of thinking that’s pretty bloody cold. Thank heavens for the heated grips I said to myself. Morning tea was at the Malmsbury bakery and here we were joined by President Burger with his electric start Vincent. (He can’t stop grinning).