We had planned to meet at Southbank BMW at 2pm. True to form Rupert turned up late with no fuel or oil in his bike. Furthermore, he appeared to have raided an op shop to secure his riding gear - think bogan chic and you will get the picture. He abandoned his filthy TTR on the pavement (leaking the last of its oil) and dived into the very upmarket BMW dealership to get oil. They could not get the biker tramp out of there fast enough.
Having filled up with oil and fuel we were finally on our way. After a short drag on the highway to get out of the city we were off the main roads and onto some interesting riding. The good news was that since converting his TTR 250 to 320cc it can now almost reach three figure speeds ( and only seems to leak 1 or 2 litres of oil every 100 km or so). The riding through Weribee Gorge was fabulous and by accident I seemed to have found some outstanding grass farming tracks. We called it a day at 5.45 in Lake Baloc. Dinner in the hotel and a romantic night for two in the motel.