Bushranger Tour - Day 3

"Hey Dad, when I grow up do I have to be a Honda? Can I be a 900 Custom like Crusty..can I can I..."

Dawns morning light saw the Biker Band ride on through Armidale on up the Waterfall Way they did ascend, riding through country most resplendent with hills draped in pastures green sloping steeply down to form valleys were streams did curve their wending way most graciously below. The hand of God’s creation most evident here seen, stirs man’s heart in sheer awn of his creator.

On through the rain and bone chill air the Band did forge their way ahead onward toward Dorrigo on the high plateau. Splendid waterfalls caused a distraction to pause the headlong rush to find respite away from the chill wet air of the mountains. 

with hot refreshment we enjoyed some fun at the famous Juan's Cafe, could he be Leigh's brother?

Juan’s Café did loom out from the misting rain on Dorrigo’s main Street offering warmth and respite to the shivering Band of Bikers. Danger Falls brought on photo opportunities as we made our way through rain to ride on through the ranges on twisting road that wound its way up through the eucalypt forest. 

The road was wet and ripped up, the clay was moist and greasy, it was these conditions that brought undone the armchair BMW; Midnight David did find his front wheel slip and slide to lay him down upon his side with a gracious pirouette and the BMW did spin through 270 degrees before it came to rest. Crusty Paul who was behind was most concerned to see if he had caught the action on his video camera; once confirmed he had, Paul call out “David, are you alright there in the dirt, don’t just lay there man, get up!

A horse float truck did lurch and stall at the scene of the BMW’s fall; two country blokes did alight to offer their advice and assistance; “would be better to get a horse one did opine” as he walked off after righting the armchair BMW!

Once again a streaking flash and with a roar did they flash as The Streak and The Flash flew by their fearless leader who was left to recede extremely quickly to their rear. Leroy Leigh did follow on to try and run down the speedsters flight but found it quiet a wild ride to maintain contact at the rear. Mad Dog Des did make a run unleashing the Guzzi like a vintage red streak he did ride alone around the curves ahead of those who followed on to Nymboida. 

the boys certainly enjoyed some fine dining...not sure what phill & Leigh were up to?

At a more sedately pace the Biker Band rode on to find a place to rest and recline in Grafton. A restaurant at Duke Streets end with a view across the river had a pleasant breeze flowing through its doors wide open. A table most resplendent was laid awaiting the Band of Bikers for them to partake of the menu’s offering of Cucina Povera (Italian peasant cooking).

From Grafton Richard led as on toward his hideout at MacLean we did ride where his family most eagerly awaited the arrival of the Biker Band with the billy already on & cake laid out upon the table, the riders took their rest to lay down another kilo to their copious girths. 

a nice Casino sunset

 The journey continued along Clarence River’s edge to catch the ferry from Woodford Island to again head north toward the overnight stop at the Hotel Commonwealth in Casino. It was here that Leroy Leigh came sweeping round the corner to encounter three ducks across the road; if he had have collected them up, he would have gone from riding a Honda to Kwaka!! 

A splendid meal was enjoined at the local RSL to be followed with a rolling stagger back to the Commonwealth to retire for a well earned rest.

Check out the special "Two Falls" video below



check out a video of the day below