The Cormanus Chronicles: Remembering Jake and Elwood

[Cormanus]

Day 3 — Oberon to Moruya

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Thermal layers again as I set off over Shooters Hill along an oft-ridden road to Taralga. I like Taralga; Pterodactyl doesn’t. I don’t know why. Since I was last there, the General Store has sprouted an extension called Grand Ettie where I got breakfast, an excellent cup of coffee and a pastry that I shouldn’t have eaten. Not that there was anything wrong with it; I simply don’t need all that sugar.

Early morning mist as I left Oberon

There being no petrol to be had in Taralga on Saturday; me being earlier than expected; and the road to Goulburn not being all that interesting, led to my deciding to ride to Crookwell along a pretty country road of many sweeping corners. I planned to ride via a small town called Roslyn for no reason other than that it showed up on the map, but every road I saw was dirt. While I’m not averse to riding the CB on a well-made dirt road, I’m increasingly reluctant to do it on my own and, anyway, the bike was uncharacteristically clean.

Near Crookwell

After getting fuel in Crookwell, I headed for Goulburn — another pretty enough route — and then to Tarago where, at the Loaded Dog Hotel, Inhouse Bob had his first encounter with Vegemite. (the story is [url=http://www.cb1100forum.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=10537]here but all the pictures have disappeared thanks to the hosting service, so here’s Bob and the Vegemite.



At Braidwood I stopped at a French-themed café (who knew the country towns were so trendy, but then I suppose Braidwood is close to Canberra) before making my way down the beautiful Clyde Mountain Road to Batemans Bay* and thence to Moruya.

Another 380 kms or so under the tyres. Knees holding up well. Notwithstanding, I was looking forward to a few days out of the saddle and time with my wife and old friends.
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Back near the sea

* The last time I recall riding down the Clyde Mountain was horrendous. Pterodactyl described it well [url=http://cb1100forum.com/forum/showthread.php?pid=187995#pid187995]here under the heading The Very Abbreviated Seat Time Bit.