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Fourteen keen and hungry riders gathered for a run to St.Leonards with Andy Symons being the host for the day. The weather gods were kind to us with no wind or rain, although a little chilly but with plenty of sunshine. Noel Wills took on lead rider duties, taking us through Grovedale, Mount Duneed, along Thirteenth Beach to Barwon Heads, crossing the Barwon River to Ocean Grove for a regroup. We then headed east towards Point Lonsdale, cutting across the Queenscliff Highway and along to St.Leonards.
With wet conditions, numbers were down a little. Five riders met at the start for a ride to the Colac truck museum organised by Noel Wills. We travelled via Cape Otway road to Birregurra (not a traffic light spotted) lunch was had at a very nice bakery with much banter splashed about. The museum was a very interesting place to visit with many commercial vehicles on display. After an hour or so we hit the highway home at a fairly brisk pace! A great day with great people. The only downside being, Noel lost his glasses en route.
Andy Symons, Triumph Bonneville 2007
Stan Rogers, BMW R65 1981
Noel Wills, Moto Guzzi Le Mans 1988
Rod Dutton, Kawasaki Z650 1979
Steve Kirtley, Yamaha 650 1983.
A cool and cloudy morning greeted the riders for this year's SLOB ride. Most had come from near and far. A great testament to club riding in winter. After initial greetings and ride details laid out it was time to. "Light em up". A scenic ride to Portarlington then along the foreshore to St Leonards winding along Bluff Rd then a short gallop inland towards Queens cliff for our "your choice" lunch break. The bakery certainly did a brisk trade. Much friendly banter ensued over the break especially Burgers "Electric leg" Fitted to his Vincent.
As I veered around a row of traffic banked-up on the Beaconsfield off-ramp of the M1, I was hoping the starting point of the ride was coming up soon. I was running late, and it was cold! Round the next curve and there it was, and as I slowed down into the servo entrance I saw the huddle of bikes, a mix of old and new models typical of those ridden by club members.
The group comprised seven riders and after preliminary warming drinks and a chat in the café, we were out to the bikes where, following a sensible briefing, we set off behind Ed’s smart Triumph twin bound for the wilds of the Strzelecki Ranges. Soon we were off the mind numbing freeway and heading south across the former Koo-Wee-Rup swamp, now a rich agricultural and horticultural area reclaimed by extensive drains.
Dairy cattle, potatoes, and the fine feathery heads of old asparagus crops were apparent as we headed towards Lang Lang, where road works couldn’t stop Ed’s instinctive sense of direction as he led us along a short “walking path” back onto our road.