Sunday, January 29, 2006

Ride to Tarana

After all the rain we've had Friday was what seemed to be a rarity these days. Blue skies and tempratures in the high 20's. The first thing that usually enters my head before going out on a ride is, where am I going. This is something I need to start forgeting about, because as Ted Simon once said "Why is it all the best motorcyclists never seem to go anywhere?". Well that's how I need to think, i'm simply not going anywhere in particular. I headed West (just turned that way) and my ride was on.

After travelling for an hour or so i stopped to fuel up and the trip continued. Shortly after I was on a road I'd never travelled on before, this was what was wanted. To explore new roads and new places. Unlike being in a car you just seem to absorb more of your surroundings on a motorcycle, i'm not sure if this is fact but that's just how it seems.

Soon I was in a familiar place though still on a road i'd never travelled. A small break and a stretch of the legs later i was on the road again, cutting through small country towns and admiring the scenery when the tar just stopped. I was now left with a choice to either turn around and head back or to try my luck and see where it took me. The latter was my choice, after all - where's the fun in going back?

It was now becoming quite hot, though the heat was probably accentuated by the dusty road that lay before me. Approximatley 30 minutes later I saw a black mass cutting through the dirt like some kind of border...the road turned to tar, no more dust and worry that my tyres would soon be full of punctures. The tar lasted maybe 100 metres or so and I was back on the dirt. It's not that I have an issue with riding on dirt, my tires aren't exactly off road tires and i don't want to see my bike laying in a ditch, but I guess it adds to the feeling of it all.

Only about 5 kilometres down the road I was back on tar and within another 200 metres I was in the town of Tarana. The first building that came into view was the bush fire brigade, the second, a pub. By now both my bike and myself were dusty and hot so what better place to be.

I grabbed a cold beer and sat on a bench out the front and just enjoyed the quite little town and the cold amber liquid. Checking with the old fella behind the bar about the roads ahead he pointed out another route that would take me home quicker as the storm clouds that usually finish off a hot summers day were indeed approaching and it was time to head home.

It wasn't much longer before I was on the highway and back to traffic, and the robotic like bustle of everyday life...

Until the next ride.


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