The Cormanus Chronicles: Remembering Jake and Elwood

[Cormanus]

Chapter Three

Band? What Band?
Day 10 — Boorowa to Blaney via Canberra
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At 0830, the motorcycle shops of the nation’s capital opened their doors. Pretty much ready to roll, I hit the phone to the Honda dealer and found a replacement 140/70. I was going to have to wait until the next day to have it fitted, but I booked in anyway.

Then the bloke rang back and said sorry, actually he didn’t have the tyre. Helpfully, he suggested I try the Triumph dealer, Joe’s Motorcycles. Joe had a Sport Demon 140/70 and didn’t take bookings for tyre replacements. Roll up and get in the queue, mate.

Pterodactyl, who was due home the next day, decided to go for honey points and get home a day early. But given this was our third adventure with a dodgy tyre, he kindly rode with me for the 100 or so kilometres to Canberra. We refuelled, found an agreeable coffee shop and then said our farewells. I found Joe’s and the CB was soon being rolled away to have the tyre fitted.

A palindromic reading on the way to Canberra

Heading north again, I took the alternative road to Crookwell. Who knew there was a sock factory there making fine merino socks? I bought my wife a pair. She was quick to tell me when I got home that they were a bit colourful even for her. I changed them.

Lake George to the north of Canberra has, in my experience, more often been a paddock than a lake. This was pleasant to see.

Then I took the new (to me) Jet Point Road to Binda, Trunkey Creek and the Black Stump Hotel where I hoped to stay. There was no accommodation there — it was just a watering hole — so it was on to Blayney where the pubs and motels were booked out in anticipation of a motor car race at nearby Bathurst. I found a cabin in a caravan park which did me fine.

Is a solo act a band?

Some pictures from Jet Point Road.







Someone once told me sheep were ‘meadow maggots’. I can’t get the image out of my head.






This bridge crosses the Abercrombie River that I’d crossed on Day 3 on the way south. It’s more substantial here.