Monday, August 18, 2014

Ride Report – Bodalla – 3 August 2014

In lieu of a birthday gift the President decided he would take me on a Club Ride to Bodalla. 

Those unwittingly sharing in my covert birthday celebrations were - 
  • Michael & Tracey W – Triumph Trophy
  • Garry McC – not a Triumph
  • Kris – not a Triumph
  • Mike K  – not a Triumph
  • Arthur – not a Triumph
  • Craig F – not a Triumph
  • Neil G – not a Triumph
We met at Bungendore (the prerogative of the ride leader) and immediately received a “suggestion” that the Ride Committee should ensure that all meeting points had coffee available. As we had had our coffee just five minutes before (at home) this complaint went unresolved.

Leaving Bungendore we rode through glorious sunshine to morning tea at Dojo Bread in Braidwood. This hidden treasure lies behind the bakery and its honeycomb chocolate slice can be recommended.


Travelling further east we managed to again evade a lurking policeman – we had first come across him on the road to Braidwood. He drove past while we refreshed ourselves there – and later we came upon him loitering beside the road at Nelligen. In both cases friendly motorists had warned us.


We arrived at the Bodalla Dairy Shed just on noon and quickly located our reserved table. The menu seems to have expanded and we enjoyed fish and chips, barramundi, toasties, coffee and milkshakes.


Birthday bunch in Bodalla - Bodacious!

We left by 2pm for a good run back up the Clyde.  Again we saw our familiar policeman having a break at the Spit Roast stop just east of Braidwood and others reported an unmarked car in the vicinity.

We stopped at Braidwood as planned but as we were all full from lunch, and with the traffic increasing, decided to press on. For those of us that live in Canberra’s eastern suburbs, home was only half an hour away. Those living elsewhere had a slightly longer trip home, but as the weather was superb, this would not have been too taxing.


For those who are curious, yes I am still waiting for my birthday present, but the ride was almost the perfect substitute.


Tracey Winters