This pathetic looking thing is some cager's idea of a "perfect trike" for a biker. It's powered by a 2.3 Litre Ford motor plant with a 155 HP motor, comes equipped with a five speed automatic, 9.5 Gallon Fuel Tank, gets 40 MPG, has a heater and an AC, AM/FM Stereo system and even has CUP HOLDERS! WOW! Don't you want to spend your hard earned bucks on this "cool" looking trike? I've seen it not once, but twice at the Panama City's Thunder Beach biker rally. If you are truly interested in riding in something that looks like it could be designed by George Jetson, you can learn more at www.rtrikes.com
Day 5: Road Trip - Canberra to Janolan Caves
Woke up on our last morning in Canberra and rode down to the Canberra Motorcycle Centre in Mitchell. The regulator hadn't arrived yet and we were a bit nervous, but they assured us it should arrive this morning. We left the bikes there and went next door for a coffee (good coffee joint if you're a coffee junkie like me). Dim decided since we were waiting around to get a haircut. Finished the haircut and got the call that the bike was ready at the
same time (see it was meant to be!). The guys were brilliant, replaced the part under parts warranty from Yamaha and didn't even charge us for labour.
Late morning we headed out of Canberra on the Federal Highway and cruised. Thoroughly enjoying just being out riding again and on the adventure. Pulled in to a rest stop along the
highway, and had views of a wind farm in the distance... see Adam shows us how it's done:
Then we cruised on till we got to the Big Merino in Goulburn. Fuelled up the bikes and ourselves before heading on. The freeways had numbed our brains so much that Adam said "The twisty long straights" were his favourite roads (?!?!)
We rode on to Taralga where the roads were very rough. Nice and windy but very rough. Once we got past Taralga the roads got really good. We pulled in for a photo op:
Adam had a wee on the fence (he said it wasn't electric, but I dunno, he's been acting strange ever since!)
From this point the roads became awesome. Beyond awesome actually!! (Dim's favourite road here). Big sweeping curves and bends and up and down hills with great views. One very very steep twisty decline, followed by a very steep and twisty incline, then the road stretched out nice and windy again until Black Springs. Wanted to go back and re-do the Taralga to Black Springs road over & over. Do it if you get the chance.
Next stop was Oberon for fuel, then we headed down to the Janolan Caves. Noticed a few signs as we got closer to the caves, which said that Trucks and Caravans were not allowed to go down that road. I knew something good was coming up... Dim's literal diary entry after doing the ride down to the Janolan Caves goes like this: "OMG crap that was a scary ride. Down down down the very steep mountain side with all those 15km p/hr bends and all that camber on the road! Barely one lane wide with vans and 4wd's refusing to move over to the edge while they were heading up the mountain and we were coming down."
Booked into the hotel and were given a free upgrade due to a school coming in and taking the motel rooms. So we got a beautiful "Traditional Stay" room with antiques and fantastic mountain views (but no TV). Checked in and explored the grounds for the evening.
Day 6: Road Trip - Janolan Caves to Sydney
It was hard to fall asleep last night with thoughts of having to go back up that mountain and dreams of "The Shining", which Adam had told me about because the traditional hotel had reminded him of the hallways in the movie. After breakfast we headed down to pick one of the cave tours. We picked the Orient Cave tour which was great. Lots and lots of stairs and tight passages but well worth doing. Spectacular views of the cave
with stalactites, stalagmites, and other rock formations. Nature is incredible, makes you wonder what else of such beauty lies in dark caves undiscovered!
We decided not to take the mountain road up and out, and instead to take the only other way out of Janolan Caves, which is a less steep but longer windy ride out of the mountains. This road happens to be closed between 11.45am and 1.15pm daily, as it's one lane only for part of the road, so they close it to allow only bus tours to come in. So after the cave tour we had a bite to eat while we waited for the road to open.
Light misty drizzle and fog started as we headed out of the mountains. Much nicer roads, still twisty but nowhere near as steep. Just before Lithgow, pulled off the road to check the maps, and an older local guy pulled up in a ute to see if we needed help.
Headed into Lithgow looking for the Bells Line of Road. Great start to it with a cop car having pulled someone over to the side of the road right before the beginning of Bells Line. Mostly 60 - 80km/hr speed limits and we have to say, a very disappointing road. Sorry to all you Sydney folk who think it's brilliant. A small section in the middle at 100km/hr was okay. Maybe it had been over-hyped because we've heard about this road so much, or maybe because we'd just come off such great riding the day before (e.g. Taralga to Black Springs), but it's not a road we'd recommend to people or that we'd make an effort to do again.
Came in to Sydney and for the first time ever had to pull over to a pay toll booth on the bikes (I'm sure that novelty will wear off quickly). Went through a few other electronic tolls as we got closer (must remember to set up a toll account) and we rode in over the Sydney Harbour Bridge. Unfortunately there was a lot of traffic so we had to keep eyes on the road for braking traffic, so didn't get much chance to enjoy the experience or check out the scenery. Once we were in the city we started looking for the street our hotel was on. When we finally got to it we were in the right lane but the hotel was a left hand turn. So we had to keep going and I thought we could just go round the block... but this is Sydney hey? So noooooo... once we turned right, we found we couldn't do another right at the next block, and so we were on a wild goose chase to get back to Point A. Finally got there & checked into our hotel. Set up the toll account & time to unwind. We got a call from this strange bloke, they call him Al... made plans to meet Al & his wife Coz the next day.
Stay tuned for the next episode... Will Als try and push Dim & Adam off The Gap? hmmmmmmmm LOL
Dim & Adam
Day 3: Road Trip - Albury to Canberra
We woke to a beautiful day, 32c degrees. Headed out from Albury, across the Hume Weir across a huge girder bridge. Absolutely awesome road along the Murray River (pic on right of page) to Jingellic, where we crossed back over the border into NSW.
Then headed from Jingellic up to Tumbarumba, all bitchumen with big sweeping curves which Dim really loved. Except for one spot where we came around a corner and had a 5 foot long Red Belly Black Snake sunning itself in the middle of the road!! Adam went to the right of it (on the wrong side of the road), it lifted it's head to look, and Dim passed it on the left side, right in front of it's raised head. (No pics of the snake, didn't really want a closer look!!)
Got to Tumbarumba and checked out their Information Centre / Museum which had a lot of information on a famous 1930's plane crash called the Southern Cloud. From there another fun ride up through Batlow to Tumut where we had lunch, beautiful food from a run down looking little milkbar.
We asked some rangers about different roads through to Yass, one road we'd been told about was very rutted and dirt and wasn't advised even for 4WD vehicles. So they sent us on a back road from Tumut through Brungle, then to Gundagai which was a really good ride! It was on this strip of road, that Adam spotted a massive Goanna on the side of the road... (He must have scared him off cos he was gone by the time I passed by).
Pulled in to Gundagai and took some photos with the Dog on the Tuckerbox (pic right of screen). Got back onto the boring Hume Highway and droned on to Canberra. So boring Dim's average speed crept up to 120km p/hr to avoid falling asleep. (Will that defence work with the cops?) 
Booked into a nice Country Club in Canberra who were very good by letting us park the bikes under cover
and even gave us sponges & a bucket to give them a wash the next day.
Day 4: Road Trip - Canberra
This is where Adam ran into some trouble, his bike refused to start after the wash.
He'd had a regulator / rectifier replaced just before we left and this had died again. One in a
million chance, faulty part failed. We searched out a local Yamaha Dealer (Canberra Motorcycle Centre, Mitchell). They checked out the bike and confirmed it was the regulator again. They ordered the part in after our local Yamaha guys from home (City West Yamaha) faxed up the paperwork to do a parts claim through Yamaha and we went off to do our sight seeing at the Canberra War Memorial and Parliament House.
Cruising around Parliament House we were approached by a security officer on a bicycle, and we were expecting to be told off for going in so close, but he just suggested a good spot for taking pictures. Then we cruised to the War Memorial down Memorial Drive, which is a long stretch of road between the two buildings and
the middle of the road is divided by red gravel and on the sides of the road are monuments the whole way down, which represent each of the wars Australia has been a part of. All the while expecting Adam's bike to die at any minute, because it wasn't charging.
The Australian War Memorial is well worth a visit. A huge place and very interesting. Adam loved it and could have stayed there overnight looking around. Some amazing interactive video, light and sound displays and the most amazing exhibit of the Japanese Mini Sub which was sunk in Sydney Harbour.
Took the bikes back to the country club and did a 'once over' on the bikes before Adam's bike goes in for work & hopefully we can leave town!
Stay tuned for the next episode... will Adam's bike ever be fixed or is he stranded in Canberra while Dim galavants off into the sunset? LOL
Dim & Adam
We are renovating the house at the moment. It is something we seem to do so frequently that one reno job seems to blend into another. The painters just finished painting the interior about a week ago and now the contractor is setting up to add a bathroom in the basement. I don’t have a very good idle speed so waiting for people to turn up (the gas company, the builder) makes me edgy. I make Maureen edgy when I am edgy so she suggested I go for a shot run to kill time (an t get me out of her hair).
It’s a nice sunny clear fall day here so it was not hard to get talked into firing up the Road Glide and hitting the road. The Niagara River Parkway is almost empty this time of year and it sweeping curves are enticing me to crack the throttle and dance the Glide through the 10 km of great ride.
The stock sound system and speakers are no match for my helmet ear flaps and the Rineharts. Maybe one of the Cruiser Customizing friends can point me to a good sounding upgrade. Christmas is coming!
The Falls area is bathed in yellow afternoon sun as I cut away from the parkway. I just axed the Glide and don’t want the mist from the Falls to ruin the wax job. Back near Marineland is a small oasis above the Falls called Dufferin Islands. I stop and park the Road Glide pulling my Nikon D90 out of the saddlebag. The sun and shadows are fantastic. I take several shots then an obliging person sitting in their car having a late lunch enjoy the peace and beauty, offered to take a picture of me with the Harley. I couldn’t resist.
A few more shots and it is past the time to meet the builder. I fire up the Glide and take the back roads out to the main highway and get on the throttle as traffic is moving about 70 mph. The sun is just glorious and I feel great. It is just a short respite from the world of home renos but I will take every minute I get to ride and to shoot photos on such a wonderful fall day.
Slow speed cornering is much easier and less fatigue, what a difference a couple of inches makes!
My first bike. I look to be about 13-14 here(scanned it in, sorry it's a little blurry). I got the ole' Tote-goat at about 11-12. It only had 1 speed but if you could keep it upright it would go up a tree. We kept it up at our cabin in Grand Lake Colorado. Used to ride it over small fallen trees, rocks, etc. through the forest. Went over a rock once (full throttle of course) and the steel foot peg that once had a rubber footrest on it went through my lower ankle both sides right in front of my achilles tendon. 40+ years later you can very faintly see the scar. I owe my current sense of motorcycle balance to the years I spent bouncing through the wood on my Tote-goat.
6:00 AM – The alarm has not gone off so I shut it off so Maureen can sleep in. Cold! It is 23 F and white frost covers everything. Find the woollies and start layering on clothes. I have to make a 20 mile run to join my fellow HOG members at a Tim Horton’s near Fonthill. Timmies as we call it is a chain of coffee shops like Starbucks but, they sell real artery clogging donuts, there is no one there called a barista; just Helen on the cash and Fred In-Training.
7:20 - I am in the garage putting on my leather neck cover, helmet, and insulated riding gloves. Boomer (my ’06 Road Glide) starts with the first push of the starter. The Rinehart exhaust is singing in the cold air. The cold is burning my cheeks as I clear the village and turn up the wick heading towards the rendezvous. It is 28F.
7:45 – I pull into Timmies about 45 minutes early. Make a note to self: put on the thin inner gloves then the insulated gauntlets or my fingers will be numb at 30 miles. Ordered a bagel/egg/sausage breakfast and a calorie-soaked donut and a large coffee.
8:20 The others begin arriving until all 6 are present and accounted for. As they get a quick coffee, dozens of bikes are rolling past. A continuous roar. It has warmed up to the freezing point.
8:30 – Time to go. I take some shots of Dave’s Bobber he built last winter. Everyone is layered with lots of clothes and don face cover too. We roll out onto the local highway in a tight formation and Nancy in the lead turns up the wick and we are off. Just less than 100 miles away is Port Dover. Someone said the news forecast 12,000 bikes would arrive today for this one day event. The population of this fishing village is 5564. If the estimate is right, the population for the day will be about 3 times more than the number of permanent residents.
9:30 – Bikers are feeding into the route from all directions. Single riders, duos, and groups of 10, 20 or 30. We are toasty warm and making great time. We blow through Dunnville and avoid the main drag knowing the Timmies there will be overloaded with bikers seeking a caffeine hand warmer. Nancy keeps a fast pace and we are riding in a disciplined formation responding to hand signals.
10:05 am – We roll off Highway 6 into the village. The village centre already has a lot of bikes but the side streets are clear. We get prime spots to park behind a restaurant on the main street. A group picture and we are off to the Timmies up the street to warm up and get a coffee charge. It is now a balmy 46 degrees. The air is filled with roar of bikes pouring into the village from both main roads. Every imaginable make and custom jobs too. Cruisers, choppers, trikes, bobbers, crotch rockets and dirt bikes. There are even bikers here from the USA
11:30 – I am waiting for my friend David who has come about the same distance from the opposite direction on his Honda Valkyrie. The parking lot that was half full is over full and bikes now line both side of two main streets for as far as the eye can see. The roar is continuous. Wait; is that a guy in a Santa’s hat and a red thong riding that CB500? David arrives and we go as a group looking for T Shirts and other memorabilia. I bump into Brad who sold me my Sportster last summer. He rode his Ultra down from near Toronto. Soon it is lunch and some of our group line up for the restaurant. It could be an hour’s wait. Dave, Brad and I go in search of street meat.
1:30 – The cops have shut down the roads into town to all vehicles except bikes. . There are continuous lines of bikes 2 abreast streaming into town from both directions. The vendors are out of stuff. They figured November?? Who will come? I head back to see if I can get Boomer out of where I parked. Yep, there is a narrow lane between the metal and chrome. Some of the group left early but now the others return and we begin to suit up.
2:00 – We are on the road out of town. The cops are waving us through and we roll up the hill towards highway 6. We go over the rise and ahead of us a line of bikes 2 abreast stretches as far as we can see and, there are still hundreds more heading into town. Nancy ramps up the speed but hauls it again down as we approach villages along the way. Bikes are along the roadside getting their tickets for missing the reduced speed limits.
3:00 - We roll into Dunnville on highway 3 for a Timmies break and to don our cold gear again. I envy Nancy and Lee with their heated vests and gloves. After a quick pit stop we are off and as we continue on towards Niagara Falls our group is reduced as riders peel off to head for home. Lee and I bail to pick up the road into St Catharines. I am a bachelor for the day. Maureen is away with the grandchildren. I am wiped so I head to Puddy’s bar for a plate of wings and a cold ginger ale before heading home to download pictures from the day and write my blog. I take a shot of the long sleeved T I bought I got the T short to prove I was there.
11:30 – The blog is done and so am I. It seems we hit or exceeded the estimate on attendees the 13th. We all plan to be there next August for the 13th.
I turn 55 tomorrow (November 6) so I made this video compilation of some rides I took.