Wintersun Run 2014

[Cormanus]

Day 5: Barely moved

We thought a Sunday morning trip into the excitement of Mildura to get a decent breakfast, coffee and fuel for a start the next day would be a good plan. Had we got ourselves organized a bit more quickly, we could have gone on a tour of the region run by the organizers if the Wintersun Rally. We didn't.

Breakfast and coffee were good; the first service station the GPS sent us to no longer existed, but the second one did.

Now, before going on, I have nothing against Harleys. None of my best friends rides one, but I'm sure some very agreeable people do. I concede that all kinds of motorcycles attract dickheads of one sort or another, but the ones who gravitate to Harleys are special.

As Pterodactyl led us back to the camp, a dude on a Harley muscled past me. He looked a bit odd from the rear with his hands held high and his feet sticking way out to the side and up in the air, but he'd done a lovely job on the chrome. Then he muscled past Pterodactyl; clearly Harley riders, when present, have to lead the convoy. We came to a roundabout and our man thought he'd show the Jap crap a thing or two and gave his wrist a mighty twist. He took off quite quickly and must have been peeved to find Pterodactyl sticking to him like cuss to a blanket until he gave up the race.

Here's some photos of the speedway.