Ninja Days

HUSKISSON4BREKKY- Illawarra Riders

There were about thirty of us at the meeting point. Some of the ladies even rode along in cars and brought the dogs. The new Duke was amongst us.. until it started to sprinkle in Berry. That's when we lost a few, as they turned back towards bluer skyes. I did not realise that new Ducks are no longer made to be water resistant.

The Highway traffic was moving at a fine pace until, shortly before the turnoff to Huskisson, we encountered an increasing amount of vehicles flashing their lights at us.

The traffic came to a halt and I got a glimpse of a couple of tall, chestnut coloured horses swiftly disappearing into the woods and I was worried that we'd see an injured one lying by the roadside. Thank goodness we were spared that experience and all was ok. The riders had simply lost control of their animals and they did what came naturally: They just took off to find shelter. Good Luck with the chase!

We found shelter at the Promenade Cafe.

The smokers even had their own...

Eggs Benedict took my fancy, but even though I did get to order pretty much before the big rush, it turned out quite plain and disappointing. Meat eaters seemed to get a slightly better deal, by an additional slice of ham with each egg. The captain's brekky had the lot and made the grade... most got what they were looking forward to.

The drizzle started to set in and when one of the boys spoke to his wife on his mobile, who was sitting out in the sun in their backyard in Albion Park, I decided to head back with a small group of early leavers. Bulli Boy and I took off due north and once he'd turned off to drop off his mate, I was on my own again.

Thirroul after the accident will never be the same again. The spot where my bike came to grief seems haunted with its memory.

As I passed through, I encountered within a 100m stretch a car doing a U-turn right in front of me and another pulling out from a side street, narrowly avoiding my oncoming traffic and heading straight into my path, with his passenger panicking, arms up in front of her, sheltering herself from the possible impact. It was nice to have new brakes and a bit of accellaration at my fingertips to get me out of those tight corners.

Thirroul waves the red flag for me from here on in...

Labels: Ride Report

posted by The '95 Ninja ZX6R @ 25.8.07