SPENCER
Friends of ours have the prettiest little place on the river, just a few kilometers east and across from Wiseman's Ferry. The man and I got invited to do the footy final long weekend at their place and being such beautiful spring weather we decided to take the bike.
It was just a magical ride until... just past Road Warrior's ...a suicidal wasp or bee decided to splatt itself right in the centre of my nose, planting the last heroic effort dying wasps are famous for, a mighty sore sting right there, where it is most noticable.
The burning sensation demanded much of my attention and for the first and probably last time I was glad that the speedlimit around those parts was set at a mere 60 km/h.
Spencer is such an idyllic place. Very Australian and worth a picnic day. Apparently Jock, the ex president of the Comancheros MC has the water delivery nailed up there. No water: no dwelling. Local gossip tells the story that a few unruly local youth decided to tyrannise the neighbourhood. They had a boat and Jock a crowbar. They gave in...
What a beauiful ride it was! Traffic was minimal and we had such a good run all the way there and back the next day.
It is always a novelty getting on a ferry and of cause we met another bike rider on a Bonneville. Talk about faux pas! I asked him if he had restored it himself and the bike was an 07 model... the retro thing gets me every time!
...and Happy Birthday Hudson!
posted by The '95 Ninja ZX6R @ 1.10.07
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