Decide and Ride 31st
March 2013
Neil Goldfinch - Honda
Blackbird Mike & Sharon Kelly - BMW 1200 RT
Marilyn Stack - Ducati
MT1100 Peter Thomas - BMW F800 GS
Michael & Tracey
Winters - Triumph ST1050
Easter
Sunday dawned cold and wet. Summer had turned in to Autumn overnight
but, apparently at the last ride coordinator’s meeting, an Easter
Egg hunt had been promised by a saint, no less. So, in order to gain
kudos by bringing chocolate in whatever form home, I dutifully
decided to go.
I
arrived at our Nicholls rendezvous first and Mike and Sharon arrived
just as I had finished filling my tank. Soon Neil and Marilyn had
arrived and we got to the deciding part of the day. Since the weather
wasn’t exactly appealing, Mike suggested a short meander through
the countryside followed by morning tea at The Blind Duck in
Bungendore. This sounded far more appealing than the weather so we
agreed. We even joked about ducking in on our ride coordinator and
his good wife when Michael and Tracey rode up.
After
we had convinced them we were, in fact, seriously, not joking, riding
to Bungendore we headed north-west up the Barton Highway towards
Murrumbateman then turn north-east on to the Nanima Road with nary an
Easter egg in sight.
It was a pleasant if somewhat chilly run
following twists and curves to the Murrumbateman Road where we turned
south east on the Sutton Road which took us to the turn off on to
Shingle Hill Way. It was here that we realised why there was a lack
of Easter eggs along our route. There at the T-intersection was a
dead rabbit. It had obviously been killed and robbed of all our eggs
by nefarious unknowns. From there we rode to the Federal Highway
where we first zigged then zagged on to the Bungendore Road.
A
delightful run down the escarpment in to Bungendore was followed by
taking up residence under a goblin’s tree in the courtyard outside
The Blind Duck.
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| Where are the eggzzes? |
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| We want the eggzzes!! |
Cappuccinos, chais and lattes accompanied by sticky
date puddings, pancakes and bacon and egg rolls were soon ordered and
delivered by very friendly and expeditous staff. They were dutifully
consumed attended by tales of past rides and then it happened. There
on a small plate in front of us were chocolate Easter eggs. Don’t
tell me miracles don’t happen on Easter Sunday!
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| Ahhhh Eggzzes! |
Physically
and spiritually replenished. We rode south along Ellendon Street
which became the Hoskinstown Road, leaving Michael and Tracey to make
their own way the six or so hundred metres to their home. The
Hoskinstown Road is now my preferred route to Queanbeyan. It sure is
a lot more pleasing and enjoyable than the Kings Highway. On to the
Captains Flat Road before rejoining the Kings Highway just east of
Queanbeyan from where we made our own ways home. A great way to spend
a morning.
Peter
Thomas
Who
hath smelt woodsmoke at twilight?
