Day Two Out With the Oldies

Still posting all back to front.

On Saturday we went out with the old bikes again, despite having lots at home that we should have been doing. Grab a cuppa, as I’ve lots of photos to share.

As the rally runs for a week of day trips, there are different bikes out each day.  On Saturday this gorgeous Henderson outfit appeared.

There was also a second early Henderson.  You should have heard this one run.  It sounded beautiful and looked terrific.

The day’s run took us out to Burraga, which is about 70kms south of Bathurst.  It is a lovely drive out now that the road is sealed.  The last section was only completed a few years ago.

We travelled out through Perthville past the little church.

Through the tunnel of elms.  They will really be at the golden best in a week or so.

We travelled through some lovely grazing country. Nice quiet roads for riding on.

As we climbed towards the higher country it was starting to look quite wintery.

Next we headed through the Bull Hills.  This is 5kms of lovely sweeping bends. Mick reckons it is the best stretch of motorcycling road in NSW.  He may be a little biased as he grew up just a bit further out than there.

As you get further out you start to get into the pine forests.

Then finally around the bend and into Burraga for lunch.  Burraga is at the end of the earth.  Mick reckons next stop after Burraga is Melbourne.

Sorry the next photo is crooked, but you get that taking a snap over your shoulder as the bike is turning. LOL.

Mick’s family used to attend lots of country dances in the area we travelled through when he was a kid.  He and a mate managed to climb onto the roof at one Burraga dance and put a row of bungers under the edge of the galvanised iron roof of the hall.  When they went off there was no denying that they were the culprits, as they were still on the roof.  I believe they copped a bit of a hiding over that one.

Our lunch was at the little football club.  It is a lovely setting and quite unexpected in such a small village.

The bikes looked great parked under the gum trees.  As you can see, we took Snubby out for the run today.

I was quite taken with this BMW.  This is a similar model to Olga if she was still a solo.  It looked quite striking in the white with the blue seat.

More bikes in the bush setting.

It’s funny how most of the really old bikes are ridden by old blokes.

On the way home we left the main group and detoured through Mount David, which is where Mick grew up.

Up over this hill is his family’s old property.

The road passes right through their old place.  It is looking an absolute picture this year.  

Then we headed back  to Rockley.

For a quiet ale with a couple of mates.

Before taking the short cut across some dirt roads to home.

 

It was a very enjoyable day out and everything that needed doing was still there when we got home.  Oh well, it is an extra long weekend, so there is still time.