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20 January 2026

Day 1
Brisbane to Walcha


While I had a constant battle with the onsie in 2025, and even though he had to don wet weather gear once, AussieFlyer apparently enjoyed himself and was keen to ride again. And so, late in 2025, I made a vague attempt to gather a modest group of CB1100 riders: AussieFlyer, Pterodactyl, noroomtomove.

The plan was for Pterodactyl and AussieFlyer to meet in Omeo in mid January and ride north together. I'd ride south and we'd meet somewhere around Walcha and ride the Oxley Highway, before continuing south. Pterodactyl would peel off to Sydney while AussieFlyer and I would keep going to ride some mountain country in New South Wales and Victoria, hooking up with noroomtomove somewhere along the way.

Did it work? Of course not.

Ridiculous heat and bushfires in northern Victoria combined with a family matter prevented AussieFlyer and Pterodactyl meeting. Rain in Queensland and into New South Wales, combined with a general reluctance to have to have a constant battle with the onsie, delayed my start.

Pterodactyl had a pleasant solo ride and teased us with occasional vignettes and pictures.

Five days later than planned, I headed south, planning to meet AussieFlyer in Boorowa at the end of my day 3.

I left early and, nastily perhaps, enjoyed the view of the commuter traffic heading the opposite way.


What to do? I could take the New England Highway, although I knew there were extensive roadworks over Cunninghams Gap which I was keen to avoid. Or I could take the road oft travelled over the border to Kyogle, along the Summerland Way to the delightful Grafton-Armidale Road.

I did none of those. Instead, I took the uninspiring Ipswich Motorway, turned onto the Warrego Highway and rode to Gatton where I filled the tank and set off on a lovely ride through Ma Ma Creek, West Haldon and Pilton which, from a very flat start, turns into a pleasant climb onto the Downs. Now I think about it, I rode home that way after the great onsie ride.








Thence around Warwick to Stanthorpe where I had coffee and filled the fuel tank before setting off on the ride to Texas which I always find entertaining. It didn't disappoint.


Then a new road: to Inverell via Ashford. Not so many twists and turns, but very little traffic which is always a winner with me. I stopped for more fuel, coffee and a bite to eat in Inverell before heading south with a plan to ride to Bendemeer and then Tamworth where I'd stop for the night.


I've often described Thunderbolts Way from Walcha to Gloucester. It's a favourite ride with a fast northern section leading through farm and forestry land to a steep and entertaining descent into Gloucester. However, Thunderbolts Way continues north west to Inverell and I headed out along the start of the section to Uralla before leaving it at Bundarra. It was lots of fun: quick with long sweeping corners. I'll go back and ride the rest of it to Uralla sometime in the future.

I rode through the tiny hamlet of Kingston and was almost immediately confronted by a dirt road.


Ever since an adventure in 2024 (see this report) I've been very leery of dirt roads, particularly on my own. Indeed, as I sat looking at it, I decided it was the other end of a dirt road that Pterodactyl and I baulked at on an earlier ride — see Day 2 of this report.

So, slightly reluctantly, I turned around and made my way along a sealed road to Uralla. Somewhere along the way I decided that Walcha meant little time on the highway so I rode there and checked into the Apsley Arms Hotel. Lucky, too, as the huge, annual country music festival was on in Tamworth and I'd've been bunking down in a stable somewhere. If I was lucky.

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21 January 2026

Day 2
Walcha to Rylstone



Even in summer, riding in New England is decidedly cool in the morning and I was pleased I'd packed my warm gear. I set off south along Thunderbolts Way. The road's in good condition and undulates a little as it passes through cleared farming land. It's a quick ride with little traffic to worry about.

I fully intended to turn off onto the Topdale Road and head down off the range towards Dungowan. My plan was to ride sou-sou-west to the Bylong Valley via some back roads alongside the New England Highway.

But, as with all Cormanus' plans, the cement failed to cure and I got to Topdale Road and stayed on Thunderbolts Way to Gloucester. Patches of forest — some natural, some planted — start to appear and the undulations increase.




On a section of the road known as the Mares Run is the Pioneer Lookout, where I stopped for a photo opportunity.




After that, there's a very steep descent with a lovely sign warning drivers of automatic vehicles that hot brakes fail. The road then flattens before running through bush along beside the Manning River and then through farmland for the final run into Gloucester.

I didn't need to stop for fuel so I kept going. At Dungog I had coffee and bought petrol. I'm happy to report that the road surface at the southern end of Thunderbolts Way, and for much of the road into Dungog is in much better condition than last time I rode them. Indeed, Dungog has always been my benchmark for just how bad a road surface can get!

The ride from Dungog to East Gresford to Singleton is wonderful. It starts with some hills and a pretty ride along a ridge, before descending into East Gresford and a plain which proves an entertaining run. I like these roads, not because they're full of endless twists and turns — they're not; or because the surface is brilliant so I can strap on the leather hemlet and goggles and ride like the boy racer — because it's not; but because they're scenic enough to be interesting, have enough turns and undulations (and bumps) to keep a bloke interested and awake and because there's very little traffic on them.


I paused briefly at Jerrys Plains to drink lots of water — it had become hot — and to recalculate my route to get off the highway. There's a much more agreeable back road through Doyles Creek and Bureen which got me to Denman where I paused for water, coffee, food and petrol for the bike.

The first time I went to Denman was in 2014 on my second or third serious ride on the CB1100. I rode to Sydney, joined Pterodactyl and Jalalski and we went to Phillip Island for the MotoGP. Sadly the pictures no longer appear, but the report is here. I mention it because there was dirt on the quickest route from Denman through Yarrawa to the Bylong Valley. I glossed over it at the time, but it was nasty, slippery dirt which took one over a not inconsequential hill, and I didn't like it at all. Happily, the road is now sealed and lovely. What a difference 12 years and some bitumen makes.

As for the Bylong Valley Way, what can I say? The surface is variable; it can be hot — as it was this day; but it's pretty, has variable scenery, two lovely hills and very little traffic. What's not to like?

After joining it, the road runs past small escarpments, but one reasonably quickly arrives at a hill which offers an interesting climb with a couple of very tight corners, before one descends into a steepish, bushy valley for a couple of kilometres. There's a similar hill at the other end of the valley, so it always feels to me like I've arrived in a sort of secret valley protected on all sides by hills. It reminds me of a 19th century Australian novel, Robbery Under Arms where Captain Starlight's gang took their stolen horses to a lush hidden valley. I gather from the Wikipedia article that the valley is thought to be based on a sunken valley further north in the Gwydir region of NSW, another favourite riding area.







The copious quantities of water I'd consumed took their toll and I needed to stop in Bylong. I parked the bike in the shade outside the Bylong General Store. In the time before COVID, this was an excellent place to stop for a cup of tea and a tank of petrol, but no more. It's firmly closed. A great pity. There's an adjacent caravan park, facilities for a roadside stop and, apparently the locals like it. A woman giving her child a run in the playground told me the store had been bought by a mining company which wanted a 'too much' for the lease and was refusing to do much of the maintenance necessary to make the business viable.




Biology and thirst both assuaged, I climbed aboard again for the final 51 kilometres to Rylstone. Happily, the second — and, in my view, better — of the hill passages required negotiation before I got there.








Following a recommendation from Pterodactyl, I spent a comfortable night in the bike-friendly, Bowles-Inn Family Hotel in Rylstone. There was even a lock-up shed for the bike.

Excellent Ride Report Cormanus, superb route and what an adventure. Very jealous!

22 January 2026

Day 3
Rylstone to Boorowa



It was another crisp morning, and I set off to complete the Bylong Valley Way, planning to stop at the Wattle Flat General Store just south of Sofala for breakfast and fuel. I've ridden past it many a time and thought it time to check it out. After an enjoyable ride there and I had a reasonable coffee and a pleasant chat with the proprietor. There wasn't much to eat, though, so my vague dreams of breakfast remained just that.




My next stop was Bathurst, a large town where I was able to pick up a couple of items I needed. By the time I left it was hot again.

Then I made my way along a new to me road to Perthville and thence to Trunkey Creek where, on another ride, I'd really wanted to stay. There was no accommodation. I'd enjoyed the road, though, and thought to ride it again in the opposite direction. It was better than I remembered; I had a lovely ride, stopping at the tiny town of Binda for lots of water, something to eat and a break in the shade.




I quickly found a spot where I felt right at home at Binda.


As I write this, I'm looking at pictures I took and wondering two things: why I took them, and where on earth I was when I did. The two above, taken near Perthville, took quite some time to work out. It couldn't be age, could it? If it keeps happening, though, I'm going to give up taking pictures as I'm blowed if I'll get off the bike and just to make a note of where I was and why I took a picture.

I'd also completely forgotten that somewhere near Trunkey Creek I hit a bump and felt lanyard cam part company with its lanyard. It landed in my lap. How lucky can you be? Turned out the cable tie that the lanyard clipped to had reached the end of a long and demanding life — presumably tormented by ultraviolet rays — and met one bump too many. The kind woman at Binda gave me a fancy new red one and lanyard cam was back in business. Well, kinda. It leads a hard life and occasionally refuses to function, most often when I really, really want it to.

So there aren't many pictures of the road between Trunkey Creek and Binda.


I bought fuel on the outskirts of Crookwell and, because I was making good time, decided to try a road to Yass so I could ride south to Jugiong and then ride the lovely road to Harden. Nah. About 20 kilometres in I came upon more dirt and so turned around. Overcome with good sense I decided it was too hot, rode to Boorowa and checked into an old favourite watering hole, the Boorowa Hotel.


I drank lots more water and had not long made a cup of tea when I heard the throaty roar of a much-modified CB1100. AussieFlyer was in town.

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23 January 2026

Day 4
Boorowa to Cooma



The evening before, AussieFlyer and I had been in the bar discussing where we might ride with the aid of a convenient large-scale map on the wall. We mentioned Batemans Bay and, like the Spanish Inquisition in the Monty Python Sketch, a woman turned up to tell us all about Batemans Bay. Funny (to me) at the time.

Not as the tale unfolded, though. She and her partner were en route to see her sister at a place called Lake Cargelligo. I ran into her as we were leaving and wished her a pleasant journey. She told me they now couldn't go as the town was in lock down following a triple shooting the night before. As I write, police are still trying to find the alleged perpetrator who allegedly shot and killed his pregnant ex-partner, another man and then later her aunt. He also shot and wounded a 19-year old man. These events are no so common in this country and they leave a mark; particularly in a small town.


I feel a great responsibility on these rides as it often falls to me to plan the ride for each day, although AussieFlyer once hosted me on a marvellous ride around his home territory. I decided we'd take the route we took on our first day last year — up through Frogmore to the Reg Hailstone Way and the Mid Western Highway (briefly) before trying a new road to get us back to Trunkey Creek. It was no hardship for me to ride this lovely road again, although part of it was slightly marred by one of those drivers who refused to pull over and let quicker vehicles pass. He was being hounded by another one of those drivers who think tailgating is fun, so maybe he was returning the favour by being frustrating.








We stopped at Tuena for coffee, or at least I thought that's what we were doing, but I picked the wrong place so we had lots of water instead. It was hot again and we were trying to stay ahead of a heatwave making its way east. We also wanted fuel, but a punter heading into the shop warned us that the tank hadn't been cleaned out for a generation or two, so we took a mere sip; enough to get us to Gunning where, after another pleasant ride, we stopped for fuel, coffee and water. It was warm again.

The final leg of the day took us past Canberra to Cooma. It's all good road, but strait and not very interesting. Being the Friday afternoon of a long weekend, there was plenty of traffic. As it was travelling at around the speed limit and the reward for being caught speeding in New South Wales on a long weekend is double demerit points, I allowed myself to enter that trance-like reflective state one can attain when riding in traffic out of town on a good road.

This was not for AussieFlyer at all. At some moment he took off past me and rapidly made his way to the front of the convoy of cars. What could I do but follow him? He was right, of course: even though we didn't go much faster, it was much more agreeable being in clear air. Happily, the policeman was packing up his speed camera as we rode by, although we wouldn't have troubled it.

As an aside, double demerit points is a big deal. Over a three-year period, if one is awarded more than 9 of them, it results in immediate loss of licence. Being caught in NSW exceeding the speed limit by more than 10 kph results in a fine of $345 and 3 points. On a double demerits weekend, that's two thirds of your points in one hit. If you pass through a school zone at more than 10 kph above the limit, it's $443 and 4 points, or nearly 90% of your points in one go.

When in Cooma, I've nearly always stayed at the Alpine Hotel. It's popular with, and friendly towards, motorcyclists and has a good, locked garage at the rear. I pulled up in the angle parking spaces out the front and stupidly tried to park the bike with the slope running from my left to my right. I got the bike settled, but wasn't quite sure it would stay put and so made an adjustment. All I achieved was to make matters worse and the next thing I knew I was in the gutter with the bike resting gently on my foot.

AussieFlyer helped me lift it up — it's bloody heavy and I couldn't have done it on my own — and we discovered the front brake lever was broken as was the rider's right footpeg, or step as the parts fiche has it. We got rooms, a beer for AussieFlyer and moved the bikes to the lock up which has a delightfully flat floor. We discovered the Cooma bike shop wouldn't open on Saturday, so a rescue mission would be required if we could locate a brake lever. The peg could be sorted, if necessary, by moving the passenger peg forward, although it would require some grinding to get it to sit level.

There being nothing else we could do that evening, we ate, had a drink or two and put the world to rights.

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24 January 2026

Day 5
Cooma

The previous evening we identified a large dealer in Canberra and another in Bega that might be able to help. Both were an easy ride, although AussieFlyer was hoping for Bega because it was going to be hot and the road down Brown Mountain is a lot more fun than the flat plain to Canberra. As soon as they opened, I rang. The Canberra dealer opened first and had an aftermarket lever that would work on the CB1100, but they'd have to order the footpeg. The Bega shop had nothing. Of course.

So AussieFlyer set out to collect the lever. My job was to try to find somewhere that might help me grind the passenger peg down so it would fit. AussieFlyer had hardly left when he rang. He'd been talking to the bloke who ran the service station who it turned out once ran the Cooma bike shop. He told the Flyer that just around the corner from the bike shop he was heading for was Joe's Motorcycle Wreckers. He was pretty sure we'd get a footpeg there that would fit. My job was now to research what other Hondas the peg/step fitted then ring Joe's and see what they had.

I remember Joe's Motorcycles. In early 2024 AussieFlyer joined Ptrerodactyl and me for a ride. AussieFlyer's shock absorber reservoir developed a leak and he went home. But not before putting a curse on my rear tyre — see here and here. I suddenly needed a new one and Joe's Motorcycles in Canberra helped me out. I remember them being a large enterprise and very efficient.

So, having done some research to find out what other Hondas the step had been used on, I rang. I can't be sure, but I think I talked to the bloke who was running things when I was there in 2024. He was again doing a hundred things at once — issuing directions to a staff member while pretending to talk to me. Eventually he apologised and said he'd had to sort something out. We got down to tin tacks. He said he'd quite like the part number I'd offered to give him earlier and he'd said he wouldn't need. The good news for me was the part fits a few Hondas and when we went through the list he said, 'Yeah we've got one of them'. I said my mate would call to get it. He said no worries and was issuing orders even before hanging up.

AussieFlyer told me later that he'd arrived at Joe's and encountered what we assume was the same bloke. I'll call him Joe. He'd packed a young fellow off to get the peg and a few minutes later sent an older bloke to check up on him, saying something like, "He won't know what he's looking for." He was also engaged in a phone conversation with a bloke who wanted his valve clearances checked immediately. Joe was explaining patiently that such a job was not a high priority and they couldn't do it for a week or so. Sort of triage for motorcycle work. Anyway, they produced the step. Footpeg. From a CB300RR or something.

Obviously, having located a spare part, I'd done no grinding and had put my feet up and read a book. Might even have dozed a bit. I felt a bit guilty when AussieFlyer appeared looking hot, so I bought him a glass of cooling neck oil which he dispensed with even before I'd attached the new lever or lowered myself to the floor to replace the footpeg.

The summary is that we quickly put on the new parts and replaced the rear footpeg, although without the ball bearing it needs to click into place up and down. I took the bike for a ride around the block. All was well. Did look a bit unbalanced without the starboard RLET. AussieFlyer went for a shower and, frustrated by the loss of the bearing, I swept the floor. Would you believe I found it? Well, I did. Quite a long way away. So I pulled the peg off and put it back. Felt strangely pleased with myself.

Thanks AussieFlyer for being a great mate and undertaking a less than interesting ride to collect parts for me so we could keep riding. I really appreciate it.

Arg...another get-off! That makes both you and rdprdp01 to have get offs. As a side moderator, I realize I must exercise extreme caution now as they say these things happen in threes.

Very fun to read of the route, and I enjoyed the "Joe's Motorcycles" story. It's an interesting dynamic to do a buddy or group ride when you're the one planning the trip. They guy I've done my longest trips on has mainly planned them and since he likes all the technology on his bike, he leads. I think it takes a certain mentality to be the trip planner, but also to be the one who follows.

Question: when you do your multi-day trips, do you have in mind where you're going to stay each night or is it more play-it-by-ear?

A great tour and an even better story teller. We should have to pay a subscription to read the Cormanus Chronicles. I laughed so hard when I encountered BS Corner I manage to drop my laptop. Did not see that turn in the road coming.

Thanks for the kind words.

Hope the laptop's OK rdprdp01!

I found one other relatable sign on the way too ...



pdedse, I usually have a planned end point, although I don't mind changing it if need be. I really like to follow, particularly if the road is a curvaceous and the person I'm with is a better rider — that's most people. So I'll slide back in the line and be ready to direct if a decision becomes necessary. AussieFlyer was trying navigation tech this trip and was able to put in a route and then lead if that's what we wanted.

Oh, and yes, they say things come on threes, so be very careful.

25 January 2026

Day 6
Cooma to Lakes Entrance



My plan to spend the day riding over the Alpine Way through the Kosciuszko National Park was not a goer. Bushfires meant a lengthy detour would make it too long a day if we were to get AussieFlyer to a place from which he could easily get home the following day. We decided to make our way along a couple of scenic roads and get into the state of Victoria where we could meet up with noroomtomove and position AussieFlyer for a home run.


The first leg involved a quick ride across the high plains to Brown Mountain Road, along which we would descend into Bega. It's a great ride.




We had a quick look at Bega, before stopping for water and coffee at Macdonalds — one of the things I wish America had been selfish about and kept all to itself.

There's a joke about spaniels that says when they look at you appealingly and indicate they want to go outside they're saying something like, "Let me out, I want to come in again." So it is riding with Cormanus: you ride down the hill so you can ride up again. Or the other way around; that's the beauty of it: it doesn't matter.

This time we were to take the Mt Darragh Road and, to save a little time, we'd take a shortcut past the pretty town of Candelo. All of which went well until the GPS took us on to Tantawangalo Mountain Road.

Let us pause here, just for a moment, so I can share, mostly for the Ferret's benefit, some wonderfully Australian names. I mean, how about Tantawangalo? Or Bulbugeroo Creek? Or Mookalimterria Creek? That was the one that stuck with me as I rode past. We didn't get there, and it's not particularly Australian, but near Tantawangalo, there's apparently a place called Wattle Happen.

We both thought we'd died and gone to heaven. It was a lovely road and we were sailing happily along until we met my old friend, the dirt. So, we stopped, turned around and rode back again which was not, if I'm honest, a hardship.



We then took to the Myrtle Mountain Road, which was also enjoyable and took us to Wyndham where we joined the Mount Darragh Road. That was also good fun. I've a recollection we rode it in 2017 on the Tour Down Under. It may well have rained.






At Bombala, where it was very hot, we stopped for fuel, water and coffee. I wanted to ride the Bonang Road, but, while I thought I'd heard the dirt patch in the middle had been sealed, I wasn't sure. Instead we took the Cann River Road, about which there was nothing to complain.

At Cann River we turned right and met a head wind which was warm but offered some respite from the heat of the high plain. A strange reversal. We stopped briefly in Orbost for water and chatted with a bloke on a Versys (I think) who was making a quick return to Queensland.

At Lakes Entrance, a very pretty seaside town, we found rooms at a motel and were soon joined by noroomtomove who dined with us.

We dined at the RSL Club, to which the motel was attached. The RSL is the Returned and Services League — a club ostensibly for service men and women and veterans, although they welcome anyone prepared to spend money in the bar and the slot machines. It's an organisation with strong views on a range of topics and loves to enter the fray to express them. We were talking about Australia Day, which was the following day, 26 January, and pondering the argument that rages every year about whether it should be celebrated on a different day. This is one of the topics on which the RSL has a strong view, and was, perhaps a foolhardy topic of conversation. I'll take the blame; I'm pretty sure I started it. Anyway, we were quickly joined by a member who "couldn't help hearing you're discussing Australia Day". He had a range of views so fascinating that noroomtomove made good his escape even before he'd finished sharing them.

Luckily we'd hatched a plan to meet up with him the next day.

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26 January 2026

Day 7
Lakes Entrance to Cobains



There's not much to say about the ride from Lakes Entrance to Cobains. Victoria has some spectacular riding roads, but many of the ones that aren't are tedious. The Princes Highway from Lakes Entrance to where we turned off at Bairnsdale is one of the latter. I'm not sure why, but it is. It was made worse by feeling my years and being a bit weary.

Mrs noroomtomove laid on tea, coffee and snacks and we had a most agreeable catch up, before leaping aboard our bikes — well, they lept.




The Gippsland Vehicle Collection is full of cars and some bikes that have been lent by people for display purposes. It's an eclectic collection and changes from time to time. Nearly all of the vehicles run and the donors are welcome to remove them from the display any time they want or need to use them. I've no idea why, but I didn't take a single photograph. Not even of the Aston Martin. I'll just have to go back. Did I mention it has amazing collection of model cars?

AussieFlyer had figured out an interesting route home and left us to take it. He had an appointment that he had to be back for, and Melbourne, where he lives, was promising to be 44ºC the following day which is no weather to ride in. A pity we lost a day's ride due to my ineptitude.

Meanwhile, noroomtomove took me to the Port of Sale where we had coffee, enjoyed the view and I remembered to take a photo.


Then we went to inspect an old swing bridge downstream from the port.


I can tell you it opened in 1883, is the oldest swing bridge in Australia and was designed by the architect John Grainger whose other claim to fame is that he was the father of the Australian pianist and composer, Percy Grainger. It is said to be remarkable for an exceptionally wide moveable span and the way it transfers deadweight to the end fixed spans. You can read this and more in the Wikipedia article.

Near Sale is a Royal Australian Air Force base and noroomtomove took me to see a display outside the front gate where I again forgot I had a camera. Wikipedia has let me down this time, but there is a picture of one of the planes on display in Google Maps. That will let enthusiasts have a bit of a look around on street view. Some technology is wonderful.

We then returned to noroomtomove's place where his wife and I watched him move a large pile of dirt with a borrowed tractor. We got to wave our arms enthusiastically and shout occasionally when we wanted to save him from crashing into something. We also got our steps up walking from pick up to dump and back to make sure everything went smoothly. We then had a lovely dinner and turned in. It was cool and dark and quiet and I had a most excellent sleep.

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27 January 2026

Day 8
Cobains to Moruya Heads



It was still cool early when noroomtomove and I got under way, but it promised to get hot later. It was hard to believe that, a little further west, it was going to get seriously hot. Melbourne recorded a temperature in the mid 40s Celsius. Yuk.

He generously gave me 10 litres of fuel to ensure I'd get to Newmerella where we planned to refuel.

We returned along the Bengwarden Road, taking the Bruthen road after Bairnsdale. It's prettier and a less busy ride. Bruthen sits at the bottom of the Omeo Valley highway about which too much has been written in others of these chronicles.






We refuelled at Newmerella as planned and then headed up the Bonang Road to Bombala. It's a better, prettier ride than I remember and I'm happy to report that the 12 kms of dirt that once graced part of the road has been buried under bitumen.








Eventually the road clears the forest and one is back on the high plains. By the time we got there it was hot again, but not murderously so.


We arrived in Bombala around 1 pm and made straight for the coffee shop for water, coffee and an ice cream. Very welcome.

We then refuelled and said our farewells. noroomtomove headed down the Cann River Road on his way home and I decided to retrace the route AussieFlyer and I had taken two days before. Almost as soon as I left Bombala I started riding into a very cool north easterly sea breeze which took much of the discomfort from the day.






Somewhere on the way down the hill I decided to ride to the coastal town of Tathra and ride up the coast for as long as I could rather than taking the Pacific Highway. While it's prettier than the section we'd ridden in Victoria, it's still a main road and there's traffic. I stopped in Tathra for a stretch.






The coast road took me to Tilba Tilba where I rejoined the highway for the run to Moruya Heads where I was visiting friends. I was pleased to arrive.
 
28 January 2026

Day 9
Moruya Heads

I had a lovely day in Moruya Heads. Thanks for asking. Caught up with my friends, watched some of the Australian Open tennis, had a delightful swim in the Pacific Ocean and a rest. They invited me to stay another night which meant I had to exert myself to think about it.

Thank you, Cormanus. That is beautiful scenery.

Either I got lost, missed somthing or goofed up...????

There are three CB110s parked in front of the garage, two black and one white.
As far as I know, the black ones were from 2010-2011, but the whithe one must be at least from 2013 or it's been repainted or imported.
I don't think there were any 2013 models in Australia???

Additionally, some RLETs are missing or unbalanced 

The CB1100 came to Australia in 2010 and 2011. It was offered in Red, White, Blue and Black. noroomtomove's white bike has been a frequent participant in the Cormanus Chronicles. Tezza, a member of the old forum basid in Queensland, also had a white CB1100.

As for the unbalanced RLETs, see Day 4 of the report.