First ride back over the Blue Mountains to Orange on the Grey Ghostess, over the Bells Line of Road. A top ride, unless you get stuck behind traffic in a newly appointed 80kmh zone all the way. Fortunately I was taught a lesson in overtaking by a Laverda and a Duke Supermoto. After that I refused to get frustrated and instead just get the hell away from them cars. Good, because it was the most magickal weather Sydney has had since 1955 on the 16th of August. Out near Eglinton, near Bathurst, spotted what I came for, a wedge tail eagle. Chased it around a couple of hills. damn things don't like being photographed. But just seeing it was the main thing.
There were a ton of bikes riding over the mountains, at the Kurrajong Hotel and also at Windsor, which also has an 'Oldest Pub in Australia'. Lots of Harleys, a few boy racers, a few choppers, a couple of Beemers and an odd Guzzi. Fantastic!
BBQ brekkie on Sunday morning in Orange... This is how we roll! What a way to start the day. Penny the blue heeler in the background having a sniff at the bacon bag, God love her!
2 comments:
gosh that looks lovely!
apart from the ends of the sausages, those burnt bits. is that the part that you were in charge of?
Ahem... What are you talking about? Those little burnt bits are the best part! Just to mop up the last bit of egg and tomato sauce with... Yuuuuuummmmm!
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