The Cormanus Chronicles: 2024 Winter Ride

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Day 4

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[url=https://www.google.com/maps/d/edit?mid=11PSLFleJUD-VtfUgtsYUQ9yhkttTt5w&usp=sharing]Link to Map

Pterodactyl needed to head home, so we parted company just after 09:00 on the road out of Nundle. I headed north to Tamworth, the birthplace of my wife and home to Australia’s major country music festival. After refuelling, I headed north towards Manilla not sure about exactly how I would head home. North of Barraba I turned right on to a delightful road which took me northeast in the direction of Inverell. I rode briskly enough through the countryside, although were places where there was no fencing and cattle grazed close to the roadside. At one moment, near a grid of the type that stops cattle and sheep from crossing a line, a cow watched me carefully until it was sure I would collect it if it walked in front of me. Then it walked across the road to find the rest of the herd. It didn’t count on the CB’s front brakes and I managed to stop in time.

After about 34 kilometres, the road turned to gravel. It was too far to turn back and, anyway, the gravel was firm and I made good time. Just over 15 kilometres later, the seal returned and I allowed myself a small smile.

Fool!

The fun lasted less than 2 kilometres.
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Courtesy Google Maps Street View

The sign filled me with trepidation.
[url=https://postimages.org/]
Courtesy Google Maps Street View. [url=https://www.google.com.au/maps/place/30%C2%B012'41.8%22S+150%C2%B057'14.0%22E/@-30.2116053,150.9513197,17z/data=!4m4!3m3!8m2!3d-30.2116111!4d150.9538889?entry=ttu]Here in Google Maps

And rightly so, as it turned out. It wasn’t too bad to start with — not as good as the earlier gravel, but tolerable. Then I met a water truck and things started to go downhill. The surface became sandier and more slippery. Shortly afterwards I met a grader. I stopped to let it past and then wondered, as the back wheel slid gently towards the edge of the road, whether I’d ever get moving again. As there was no way I was going to get across the mound of sand the grader had left uphill from me, I was left with about two feet of road to navigate on. I proceeded in first gear with both feet down for what felt like half a lifetime.

Beyond where the grader had started, I met more a more solid surface. Phew. That section of dirt lasted for just under 10 kilometres and then it was back on the proper stuff.

Fuel and a late lunch in Inverell.

The day was clouding over and cooling. I had no chance of making it comfortably to the coast, so I decided to stay in Glen Innes. It was 67 kilometres — less than an hour — so I decided to take a pretty back road to Guyra that I’d ridden with Pterodactyl in 2019. Of course, I’d forgotten exactly which way we’d gone and got the starting point wrong. Thirteen kilometres later I was staring at more dirt.

Of course it was OK and the nine kilometres passed without incident. It did make me realise the limitations of free GPS apps, though: they have no data on gravel roads. I resolved two things: I don’t want to ride on unknown gravel as the condition around the next corner is unpredictable; and I’ll take a good paper map with me on future trips to try to plan around excursions on to gravel.

Except for this strange structure at Tingha, the remainder of the trip was uneventful. [url=https://postimg.cc/gL2QRg78]

I passed a comfortable night in the Great Central Hotel in Glen Innes.

What!?? Bear with me, Cormanus, as I'm always asking my Australian brother-in-law silly questions (I once asked him if Australia had horses)...but Australian country music is a thing? I was intrigued so I found a number of youtube vidoes about Tamworth's festival...looks fun. Also came across this guy:





At the very end of the song you hear the line "I'm as dry as a pommies bath mat" as someone points out in the comments section. "Pommies"...what the heck? Had to search that:

"Pommy; Pommie noun
an English person, or more loosely, a person from Britain [AUSTRALIA, 1912] Originally used of English immigrants to Australia, it is a shortening of the now obsolete 'Pomegranate', rhyming slang for 'immigrant'."

Is it a pejorative term?

Day 4

[url=https://postimages.org/]
[url=https://www.google.com/maps/d/edit?mid=11PSLFleJUD-VtfUgtsYUQ9yhkttTt5w&usp=sharing]Link to Map

Pterodactyl needed to head home, so we parted company just after 09:00 on the road out of Nundle. I headed north to Tamworth, the birthplace of my wife and home to Australia’s major country music festival. After refuelling, I headed north towards Manilla not sure about exactly how I would head home. North of Barraba I turned right on to a delightful road which took me northeast in the direction of Inverell. I rode briskly enough through the countryside, although were places where there was no fencing and cattle grazed close to the roadside. At one moment, near a grid of the type that stops cattle and sheep from crossing a line, a cow watched me carefully until it was sure I would collect it if it walked in front of me. Then it walked across the road to find the rest of the herd. It didn’t count on the CB’s front brakes and I managed to stop in time.

After about 34 kilometres, the road turned to gravel. It was too far to turn back and, anyway, the gravel was firm and I made good time. Just over 15 kilometres later, the seal returned and I allowed myself a small smile.

Fool!

The fun lasted less than 2 kilometres.
[url=https://postimages.org/]
Courtesy Google Maps Street View

The sign filled me with trepidation.
[url=https://postimages.org/]
Courtesy Google Maps Street View. [url=https://www.google.com.au/maps/place/30%C2%B012'41.8%22S+150%C2%B057'14.0%22E/@-30.2116053,150.9513197,17z/data=!4m4!3m3!8m2!3d-30.2116111!4d150.9538889?entry=ttu]Here in Google Maps

And rightly so, as it turned out. It wasn’t too bad to start with — not as good as the earlier gravel, but tolerable. Then I met a water truck and things started to go downhill. The surface became sandier and more slippery. Shortly afterwards I met a grader. I stopped to let it past and then wondered, as the back wheel slid gently towards the edge of the road, whether I’d ever get moving again. As there was no way I was going to get across the mound of sand the grader had left uphill from me, I was left with about two feet of road to navigate on. I proceeded in first gear with both feet down for what felt like half a lifetime.

Beyond where the grader had started, I met more a more solid surface. Phew. That section of dirt lasted for just under 10 kilometres and then it was back on the proper stuff.

Fuel and a late lunch in Inverell.

The day was clouding over and cooling. I had no chance of making it comfortably to the coast, so I decided to stay in Glen Innes. It was 67 kilometres — less than an hour — so I decided to take a pretty back road to Guyra that I’d ridden with Pterodactyl in 2019. Of course, I’d forgotten exactly which way we’d gone and got the starting point wrong. Thirteen kilometres later I was staring at more dirt.

Of course it was OK and the nine kilometres passed without incident. It did make me realise the limitations of free GPS apps, though: they have no data on gravel roads. I resolved two things: I don’t want to ride on unknown gravel as the condition around the next corner is unpredictable; and I’ll take a good paper map with me on future trips to try to plan around excursions on to gravel.

Except for this strange structure at Tingha, the remainder of the trip was uneventful. [url=https://postimg.cc/gL2QRg78]

I passed a comfortable night in the Great Central Hotel in Glen Innes.

Wow! That does not sound like a relaxing portion of the trip. Glad you made it ok!!