Banjo's, Surf Boards & a Tip Over.

Short & Interesting

Well Today started off at The Entrance and ended in Forster beach.

When I finally managaed to pack the bike and got my butt to breakfast.  Which by the way was at the superb restaurant Macaw. Which is owned and operated by a good friend of mine. Vick.  ( Now can get a free god damn coffee? ) 

Here is Vick and Alma on my bike.  Alma is really flexible.  She wiped that leg over the seat like it was nothing.  Me, 5 minutes and planning.  Not her.  Zip she's on.  She gave me that dirty look like "What of course I can do this.  Can't you????? " What a B....... She's a good 1/2 foot shorter than me too. 

Well it was good riding weather.  I took the scenic route through the country staying off the main highway as much as possible.   Ended up at Seal Rocks.  Which I have to say is stunning.  Couldn't stay there however as the caravan park was packed full of surfers.  Something clearly was going on.  I will however stay there in the future.  Beware there is some dirt to get to the spot.  But not much.

So then I turn and head of to Forster beach a few km's up the road.  I pull in for gas.  $17.45 on the dial.  Attendant goes.  "$18 bucks thanks."  I respond it's only $17.45.  He goes, "No it's not it's $18.00".  I then point out to him that I can see the total on his screen.  It's $17.45.   He then responds. "Just give me the damn $18 bucks mate."   In the end I only paid $17.45.  I have to say that took some balls to try and scam me for 55cents.  On the way out I saw the clan our back of the shop.  I got a flash back the southern USofA. "Da Da Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding.  Yee Haw!!!"   I did not expect this in such a touristy place.

Now I'm riding around looking for a place to stay.  Time to pull out the phone and look for a decent camp ground.  I have about an hour to find one before dark. I pull into a parking spot right at the beach.  Slap out the kick stand then go to lean the bike over and it just keeps going. BANG it's on the ground. I apparently still have enough cat like reflexes left to spring of the bike before being trapped underneath.  I actually thought the kickstand had failed.  It hadn't.  I simply did not do the most basic of things.  Check to see if the stand was out.  It just sprang back up into the upright position.  I was sloppy.

Well about 10 muscle bound surfers walk straight past me. Again, more incredibly rude people. Finally an old guy walking his old dog come to my aid. I know I look like a BMW wanker but not a Bikie/Biker asshole.  You still think people would come to my aid.

Well damage check.  Nothing.  There is a scuff on a rubber foot of one of the panniers.  There is the scratch on my visor.  And a small dent on the gas can mount.  That's it. There is no actually damage of any kind what so ever to the bike.  Man they make those bikes tough.  Any other bike with that much crap on it would have had $1000 bucks easy in damage.  My bike has more damage from one of my addon lights than it does from the tip over, and that's only some rubbed of paint from the light..

Sorry no photo.  I completely forgot to take one.