the run north from Hopetoun started after a great brekkie at a local cafe, reklaw left us to ride solo back home ( something about brownie points ), a run along the coast to a secluded beach, I think Rick goes a- la- natural on this beach, far enough that greenpeace can't roll him back in.
Another hour or so at RicknEv's for a cleansing ale saw us pull out of Hopie just before 12,
Guzzimike playing with the MK 4
so the trip north saw us top up back in Ravensthorpe then hit the Lake King- Hyden rd, the speeds along this rd made the trip fly by
. A stop in Lake king for a squirt and Guzzi and Steve declared that they would have a cleansing whilst Digger, Davey and myself headed to Hyden for a look at Wave rock, just on 100kms and 40 minutes later we arrived at the rock.
Now I'm a sucker for old shit in paddocks, this old truck outside the Lake king pub caught my eye
I reckon that "trick my truck "would have it on the road in a week.
A quick look around then head in to Hyden for a cleansing and to pick up some barbie packs for dinner from IGA.....
bummer... IGA was shut... replan....head out the 20kms to Kalgarin, set up camp then ride back to the pub for dinner..
When we explained the situation to Merv's wife she headed up and pulled some great scotch fillets out of the fridge for us, Merv had been out and caught some "koonacks, Juggies "or whatever you choose to call them, small fresh water crayfish out of the dam for us, so we enjoyed these with a few sundowners.
we all scratched around in our kits and added them to the scotch fillets, washed down with cold beer and a few ports were all ready for our beds by 10 ( old farts )
Next morning while we waited for Steve to surface we wandered around Merv's paddock, lot's of treasures waiting for someone with a wad of cash and a lot of time.
we then headed off towards Kulin along some backroads that eventually brought us out onto the " Tin Horse Highway ", if you haven't seen this before then google it.
the highway came about because the rd leads out of Kulin to the Jilakin Rock racetrack where the Kulin Bush Races are held, local cockies decided to lighten the drive by building tin horses from old 44gallon drums, some thought went into their construction
After failing to get brekkie in Kulin ( these bloody country towns shut down for a public holiday ), we hightailed it to Wickepin, the hometown of Albert Facey
a remarkable man.
here we got brekkie for those that wanted it and possibly the worst coffee I've ever had, after leaving there we headed to my favorite town, Cuballing, to top up with fuel, once again the clouds loome and Steve displayed his fashion sense, like a naughty schoolgirl , he'd altered his bright yellow raincoat to make it a mini skirt
We didn't even stop to check on the youngúns that Guzzi has in town after his last visit
poor bloody Mike...
I must add that between Mike and Steve there must have been 10 cows killed to cover their bodies in leather, I haven't seen so much since the telecast of the Sidernee mardi gras last year
A feed in Popadinning ( funny name, nice town ) at the caravan, run by a mate of Daves, and then blitzed it for home.
All up 1350 kms covered, only copper sighted was RicknEv's neighbour on Saturday arvo, great country roads ridden at a reasonable pace, cold beer, great food and awesome company... thanks fella's.