A few more sands have fallen through the hourglass since I last posted.
I arrived in Goulburn last night about 9.30 and pulled in for a feed and a nights sleep. It was only another two hours to Young, but the cold was starting to bite through the two thermal tops, singlet, sloppy joe, thermal pants, jeans and thermal socks as well as my gloves. Added to that, the road from the hume turn off, through Boorawa, Murringo and onto Young is Roo country, with a state forest running along the northern side of the road.
I stayed at the Bakers Motel a new one recently completed right at the Fwy exit. In hindsight, Rooms 11-18 back onto that FWY, don't get them. The rest are well insulated heated and appointed. Buggered if I know how much it was as it was an unusual manual, self check in! You could very easily dud this system. You pick up a phone outside reception which dials the motel across the road. the girl answers and tells you to go to room 8, which has a key in the door and just fill in the paperwork on the bench with your credit card details! Strika being Strika though, filled it in properly and asked em to send a rcpt!
I got up fairly early this morning and was on the road at 6.30, with the intention of eating breakfast with my Mum about 8.30am!

Bloody hell was it cold, I had every item of warm clothing I owned on, including my waterproof winter gear and I was still cold....at least while on the Fwy anyhoo! Once I turned towards Boorawa, although the temps actually dropped further, I got warmer taking corners and dodging as many bumps as I could. It's not an easy thing to achieve on this road, it has to rate as perhaps the bumpiest road I know. The flying marshmallow acquited itself amazingly well in this area. the 9 would have been bucking and kicking and trying to throw me off at every opportunity, whereas the flying marshmallow just floated over the top of all but the biggest of hits! But rubber mounted bars took care of 99% of the jarring.
The road from Murringo to Young I know well, having driven and ridden along it hundreds of times over the years. from a few kilomtre the Young Side of Murringo the surface improves, and the road becomes an undulating sinewy slice of tarmac. I took the opportunity to warm up and had a little dip along here. The farking marshmallow requires a certain err...... knack to make it turn, but once you have it on it's side it does hold a line......OK..ish!
I pulled into Young with warm breath still misting the visor. It was 8.15!
I stayed till 11.00am having breakky with mum, who naturally imparted some of her best homecooking in the form of warm porridge, a cup of brewed tea, local baked wholmeal fresh bread, spread with locally grown and made by my Mum jams and preserves! mmmmmmmm!
Naturally Mum also gave me a jar of her plum jam and one of her tomato relish to take home with me!!!! Gotta luv ya Mum doncha!
I rode from Young to Cootamundra and dropped in to see my brother for half an hour and then continued on through Wallendbeen, Junee, Wagga, The Rock, Gerogery, jindera and Albury for fuel! I had lunch here also. As I had taken some backroads, I had made up some time, but the new gearing certainly doesn't lend itself to higher speeds. The bloody thing was tapped out at a play school clock says 200, allow for the regeared error and it's most likely now 180!!!!!!!

Gotta get that sorted and pronto!
280klms 17 litres
I then jumped on the freeway and rolled down the hill into Melbourne for the next three hours without stopping once! I must say marshy certainly is a comfy mount over long distances and that tank is pretty awesome too! I reckon at a steady 120 I could prolly get 360-380klms out of it, maybe more if it was geared how it was!
I played around sitting my feet up on the cylinder heads like fwd controls on a harley

Passed a few cars like this one handed smoking my pipe!
An uneventful jaunt from Albury had me hitting the Bolte Bridge about 4.45pm. As I headed down the other side of the Bolte and into that luverly right hand cambered sweeper followed by a left just like it......

I came up behind a guy on a KTM 6 something Mootard. He must have been going well below the speed limit as I caught him quickly and passed him so as not to have my run through the sweeper hindered! He wasn't real keen on a BMW passing him, so he wicked it up and came after me. Now this turn from memory was a good $1.80-$2.00 on the 9, i thought I'd see where $1.60 put me and rolled it into the turn. Surprisingly the big sloppy marshy banked over and over and over. ( I cheekily had a look see how close the cylinders where, but there was at least a few inches to go, so I must be gettin woosy in my midage!

The Katoom rider tried to catch me through the turn but couldn't and I pulled a gap through the left and onto the West Gate. He came up alongside in the next lane halfway across the bridge looking up and down at the Beemer and me in my full textile touring suit!!!

I can imagine him thinking...."Faark..what's wrong with me tonight, I can't beat a BMW!!!! I'm back off to SBK School!!!"
Arrived home near on the dot of 5pm! Marshy now has 48,000k's on it!
"I hate to advocate drugs, alcohol, violence or insanity to anyone, but they've always worked for me" Hunter S. Thompson.
There are really only two questions in life. 1.Which way do i go? 2.What is the lap record?