

The weather in Melbourne it was bloody brilliant.
My son and I rode up to Marysville for a sausage roll and a coke, mate if they ever decide to sell shares in the Marysville bakery I'm buyin some.
There were bikes everywhere, cruisers, sporties, even a couple of scooters, and in typical biker fashion everybody was more than happy to swap bullshit over lunch.
We were slowed down about 10km out of Healesville as we had to follow an ambulance, (always a bad omen) and sure enough another 5km up the rode there was a mob of Harleys and some poor bloke being looked after by his mates. The talk at Marysville was that he overcooked the corner and lost the front end in the gravel, either way he lives to ride again.
340km round trip for a sausage roll .. would we do it again .. Hell Yeah