OK - flat foot *that*, smart-arse. |
According to the Wiki, either Oscar Wilde or Winston Churchill said, “I'm a man of simple tastes. I'm always satisfied with the best.”
I have simple tastes. It doesn’t take much to keep me happy either.
A beautiful $46k motorcycle, a ride through the Northern Rivers district of New South Wales in near perfect conditions with about ten of the sort of blokes who like zooming about on motorcycles as much as I do – for example.
The lineup at some of the stops along the way. |
My first ride in the Northern Rivers with Rowey was about 35 years ago.
Dateline 1979-ish: For most of us on the ride it was our first BIG expedition north. We’d all been to Araluen on a tour. (Remember me taking that new SR500 bush and you ragging me about it being a trail bike, Rowey? It was just VERSATILE. I’ve preferred owning versatile bikes ever since.) But back then it was a big ride for noobs.
I think most of us were making it up as we went. Ken had ridden from Sydney to Byron Bay before and led the way up the coast on a CB550, Rowey had a CB750 and Col and Glen had CB400/4s. I was on that SR500.
You know what they say. “Experience is a good school – but the fees are high.” I broke the SR500 on the way home - twice.
However, dragging myself back from those Glory Days, I got an email on Thursday saying the ride was on. I hauled myself out of bed at some ungodly hour on a Sunday morning. Queenslanders! I tell you. They start at friggin’ dawn.
Even so, I filled up with fuel and made muster at the Caltex servo with 2 minutes to spare. After a 50-minute freeway cruise south. The Indian just eats that stuff and the traffic was light.
‘Rowey’s Rascals’ - on a bunch of Harley’s - Dynas, Softails, Springers and Street Glides - all tres tasty, along with a big Vulcan and the Running Bull pulled out of Reedy Creek and headed south.
Into them thar hills.
The Northern Rivers district presents some of the best riding on the Australian mainland. It’s very picturesque, very green and the roads are often twisty. The early spring air about the lush rainforest that lies in the shady hinterland valleys vibrated with the sound of passing motorcycles - a lot of them. There were plenty of riders out and about today.
What a hoot.
For a the best part of a couple of thousand km, to the north or south, the Great Dividing Range can offer good riding. From Cairns to the Snowy I've found some good rides, but the combination of climate and countryside make the top of NSW one of my favourite places. The roads are great and there’s always something on.
All up I did about 300km on this very pleasant expedition. We stopped for a leg stretch in a car park near Murwillumbah, at the 'Moomoo Café' and had a farewell cordial in the pub at Pottsville.
Innocuous looking stop had the biggest motorcycle I've encountered and a curio display. The Pontiac Club had stopped for a feed and there were some very interesting vehicles in a row. |
Here's a slide show with some of the Pontiacs:
In between stops, we rode across sugar cane country to the cruiser friendly sweepers of the Burringbar Range, before wheeling back to the Coastal Strip and north towards home along the M1.
I was the last to exit the superslab that runs between Brisbane and the Gold Coast, 80km past Rowey’s turnoff.
The bike's stereo was blaring Rock Pile and Nick Lowe all the way back to Brisvegas. Keeping it simple of course.
It was great to revisit some of the roads that we covered on the Indian Motorcycles Australian launch, almost year ago. A year ago! I’ve covered a lot of ground on a number of Indians in that year and I'm now quite a fan.
That year has simply flown past. Just like the thirty-five years since that first ride through the Northern Rivers with Rowey. Talk about a ‘grounding’.
We had plenty to learn way back on that first ride. Today was great to be riding with blokes that had nothing to prove. On or off the bikes. No brand-snob bullshit or 'tude. Just there for the joy of it.
The Indian was a delight all day. I got it back into the garage and sat at my bench and just looked at it for a while. Longingly. I could easily have jumped back on and done it all again.
Decided to clean the day's bugs off it instead.
I put another coat of the Barrier Reef Carnauba Wax on it last night. I knew Rowey’s Street Glide would be absolutely immaculate and I wasn’t going to be out-concoursed. Shining up this paint is rewarding anyway and so far every application of the wax has added to the lustre - it looks almost like it makes the clear coats thicker.
Even the squished spring bugs wiped off the 23 carat gold-leaf-embellished paintwork most satisfactorily.
For simple tastes anyway.