On another of the club runs out we revisited George, those with really good memories will recall we stayed with him just before the accident. The MGCofV (Moto Guzzi Club of Victoria) having learnt that he had been unwell phoned to see if he would be up to visitors and an overnight trip was planned. George is in the centre of the photo on the older Le Mans in classic red. George has links to the Australian Moto Guzzi fraternity that go far and wide as he used to organise trips to the Moto Guzzi factory for Aussies to pick up their new bikes before a tour around Europe and shipping them home.
George has a long sloping lawn leading down to the river which we could all camp on. George was a little tired from his medications but thoroughly enjoyed his impromptu party guests and said he hoped he would be better next year. Sadly we have heard recently his health has taken a turn for the worse so we wish him all the best, he truly is one of life’s gentlemen with a wicked sense of humour and a cheeky smile. Here are some photos from the weekend.
On the way to George’s we parked up on the central grass strip in Mansfield for a half way coffee stop, some had just come out for a day ride and this was where they turned around and headed back home.
Mackers (the web master for MGCofV) was unlucky he was looking forward to camping at George’s but as he rode off the kerb at Mansfield he unwittingly scraped and holed his sump. He must have had a sixth sense that day as he pulled over to take some photos and noticed the pool of oil below his bike. A few moments later and he would have been pitching into a series of rather spectacular bends which would have been scary with oil all over the rear tyre. As it was he arranged recovery home and missed the weekend thankful it was nothing more serious.
The route to George’s also gave us the chance to return to Powers lookout. We last visited this on the morning of the accident but sadly all our photos from that day (and the camera) were destroyed in the crash. It was great to have the chance to retake some pictures.
Power’s lookout is named after Harry Power a notorious bushranger (highwayman) in 1870 who used this natural lookout point to keep a eye out for the law. As they were on horseback by the time he spotted them in the valley he had ample time to plot his escape. He more often than not stole his victims horses so as to have a fresh steed to escape on and leaving his victim with a slow ride to look for help. Nowadays instead of bounding over the rocks there are a series of step ladders leading to views further across the plains.
We also passed by Bonnie Doon, the colour of the landscape was in stark contrast to the lush greens the last time we were here. It was a reminder that we were in summer in a high fire risk area.
Back home Pierre had his own method of preparing for the fire season during the summer months he laid a pipe into his swimming pool. This was hooked up to a petrol powered waterpump ready to fire up when required, all around the perimeter of his house he lay sprinkler hoses. BJ his horse took the opportunity of finding a small patch of the only green grass left available while I was cleaning the pool. Luckily this year our friends escaped bushfire threats although the state had its fair share.
As you may have noticed the last two trips we did were on Craig’s Cali which he kindly loaned us. Our bike had been repaired quite quickly after the accident and had been in regular use ever since. Kev took her off the road for a couple of months to make some improvements and give her a thorough check over before the next stage of our journey which we could both see was not so far away now.. We were also planning a short holiday away exploring the coastal delights of Victoria that we had previously missed. This would be a good shake down run for both me and the bike. Meanwhile we were enjoying towing the trailer on the Cali through the Black Spur region pictured below.
Back at Craig’s we enjoyed some Gar fish smoked on the BBQ which was a new experience and a nice treat.
This bizzare tree was close to Olinda it almost looks like the trees were entwined in a dance.
On route to Wilsons prom and the wilderness coast we got a chance to revisit Martin and Natalie down in Rosebud. We had missed Natalie’s recent big birthday as I was still in the wheelchair so it was an ideal chance to catch up. They were hoping Riccado an Argentian they met on Tasmania would be able to make it at the same time but he was having way too much fun on the island and had extended his stay there (we can relate to that).
Martin organised an impromptu party and we met quite a few new people including Lizzy their friend who was there on her Triumph, we all had a great time. Here are some shots of the party and Lizzy and Martin showing their moves. The last photo is of Minty’s portable bed she is a traveller too (what a great idea).
Next up – Port Nepean marks the beginning of our holiday (erm from our holiday). Sort of.