Back at the beginning of September Mick and I took the Friday off work and headed off for a ride on “Olga”. We took the old girl out to Tottenham, about 350kms up the road. Quite a trek for her, but we had all day.
We love getting out and about at this time of year, as the canola looks a picture.
I have to have the obligatory windmill photo. This one was looking a bit sad.
We stopped to stretch the legs at Trundle. Trundle has the widest main street in New South Wales – it is like three streets side by side. The shop fronts were looking rather nice and tidy. We found an op shop which had heaps of buttons, zips and sewing machine threads. Apparently a haberdashery shop in Manly closed and she gave her stock to the Far West Children’s Home to distribute amongst their op shops. They had been well picked over, but I was still able to bring a few bits and pieces home. The joys of a side car.
Back on the road, we were seeing some lovely wheat crops.
As we went further north the sky seemed to get bigger.
Next stop was Tullamore to grab some lunch. The streetscape was not as flash as Trundle, but it was nice to have the time to have a little wobble tour around the few streets to have a look see.
I love seeing all the different styles of silos as we travel along.
Finally, we made it to the Tottenham Showground to set up camp for the weekend. We were some of the first to arrive, a but of a change from usual. You can see our previous trips to the Far Cairn Rally here and here.
We were treated to a stunning sunset to finish off the day.
Everyone enjoyed sitting around the bonfire as the evening cooled down. As usual, tall stories abounded.
On the Saturday, we went for a walk into Tottenham to have a look around and a coffee. The coffee took quite a while, due to the town being full of motorcyclists. Tottenham is a well presented place. The houses are nice and tidy and there are some lovely gardens, which were much advanced for the time of year compared to ours at home.
As the local pub does not do lunches on a Saturday, we, and a lot of other rally goers, headed down the road about 30kms to The Rabbit Trap Hotel at Albert. The street was lined with bikes when we arrived. We enjoyed a rather relaxed long lunch. This really is the life.
On Sunday we packed all the camping gear back onto Olga, took the obligatory photo in front of the centre of New South Wales sign, before making the trip back home.
It was a very pleasant way to spend the weekend. Olga went well, but Mick decided after riding about 800kms that she needed to be treated to some new shock absorbers, which have now been fitted, ready to take us on more adventures.
By the way, Mick won the “Oldest Bike and Rider Combination” trophy at the rally, which he was a bit chuffed about, with a total of 116 years. I won’t tell you which was what age.