A Random little town on #thelongwayhome! #day10 of our #motogp #misadventures

Its 9:13PM in a little town called Rutherglen in Victoria. Yesterday was the GP Race, and it was a damn good one! We had spent the weekend with access to the #Aprilia Garage courtesy of Aprilia Italy because of a few strings I pulled. We watched as the front 7 riders play musical chairs with the positioning nearly every lap. Miller, Zarco, Rossi, Marquez and others took turns leading the race for a lap here and there, but the final results were (1) Marquez, (2) Rossi and (3) Finales.   Being a big Aprilia fan, I was rooting for Aleix but he crashed out of the race, and walked off understandably pissed off.  There is so much more to say about Saturday and Sunday, but there are lots of posts on our Facebook page about what we got up to 🙂 Check that stuff out, while we take the time to do write up about that amazing experience!

As for right now, Hugo has departed the world of the conscious with yet another smart ass comment about something or another, and is once again snoring like some guttural thing that Dr. Seuss may have dreamed up, and mumbling in Portuguese about god knows what. It’s a nice change. At least he isn’t randomly saying ‘fuck you, Ron!’ while he sleeps. I think he may actually have a mild case of Tourettes.

We’ve checked into a little motel called Poachers Paradise. It’s beautiful wine country but it’s Monday so the town is quiet. Some cold schooners of beer and Chinese food from the Pub across the street has satisfied us for the night.

We got here after almost 7 hours of seat time. Mine was spent on the #TuonoV4 riding through fast flowing sections and tight twisty roads spanning the Yarra Valley and Yarra Mountain Ranges, The King Valley, Wangaratta, past Mt Buffalo National Park, and more. We traversed landscape that must have been conjured by the Motorcycle Gods. AND!!, we were blessed with amazing blue skies, and pristine winding roads most of the way after we got out of the moody Melbourne weather.  It was definitely soul food for me!  LOL and I did it on 3.5 hours of sleep. :S  Fuckin Hardcore.. Or at least thats what I tell myself…. we all have our delusions 😉

Anyway, the Motorcycle Gods must have offered us this day in apology for the insane day that was Thursday when we went over Mt. Hotham which is 1800 meters above sea level, in sub 10deg weather with fog and rain. This day was truly glorious! During our travels we came across a lot of riders on bikes heading back home. Some of them riding at a brisk pace, some meandering along. We hunted down and passed the slow ones, and kept pace with the quicker ones. We had a good play with one particular pack of bikes including 2 Tuono Factories, a BMW S1000RR, a Ducati Diavel and a Kawasaki Ninja.  At one point I went flying past an police cruiser sitting in the bushes as i passed a slower bike!  I know!  Things were puckering and I was watching my mirrors to see the red and blues chasing me down but all I got was a finger wag by the occupier of the car!  Hahah Awesome!   We also ran into an Aprilia Rider Forum member Nick Cardillo on his Tuono V4  along our way.

Our lunch stop reminded me of my travels in Europe.  We hit a grocery store, bought some cold cuts, bread, chips, some mustard and this really nice butter which happened to be in a sealed can that I had to open with my hunting knife.  Hugo of course found this amusing and in true smart ass fashion produced a quip or 2 about it.    We sat at a picnic table, ate, chatted, laughed and then packed up and left to carve some more roads.

We also had some funny moments, like Ben’s piss breaks on the side of roads 5kms out of various towns with perfectly good working toilets.   I need to remind myself to speak to Ben about being an opportunity pisser.  Pee when everyone stops even if you don’t think you have to.   It avoids having to speed to the front of the pack, wave everyone down to stop and then running off behind a tree while everyone shakes their heads.

Life on the road affects everyone in different ways, both physically and mentally. I’ve done a minimum of 4 hours of riding on 9 out of the 10 days we’ve been on the road. The only day I didn’t get on the bike and smash out some serious mileage was yesterday when we were at the MotoGP in Phillip Island (we took a 645AM bus that took us to the track in 2 hours). Needless to say my body is a bit tired, and my joints are reminding me of old rugby and skiing injuries I collected in my 20’s. Dangerous Dan is also feeling some aches and pains. We’ve also been a bit more quiet, but coffee and some good pain meds sorted us for most of the day.  I have found riding in the morning a bit painful but by midday things are flowing nicely and carving the roads becomes fast and joyful.  Guess its part of getting old. 🙂

This trip has been amazing and full of some awesome experiences but after an extended time on the road, some can start to show some curious ticks. The old saying goes, if you want to get to know someone, travel with them for some time. I’m starting to worry about the Orange Puta’s mental health and his various obsessions, like his penchant for trying to wind everyone up around him. Perhaps he forgot his lithium tablets, or maybe its a KTM rider thing.  LOL who the hell knows.

I’m also starting to think he’s got a school boy crush on me, since he seems to be keenly watching me and cataloguing everything I say and do and then trying to make a joke out of it, all while insisting on wearing his pants below his ass like some gangster rapper and bending over regularly to show me (as well as Ben and Dan) his woolly ass crack. I don’t quite know what to make of it. Dangerous Dan and Ben are starting to raise eyebrows as well. Now, I should put it out there that I don’t take offence at body hair, but if you wanna keep a hairy ass, please keep it under wraps for the sake of all others! LOL We’ve also named Hugo Little Chorizo (Poquito Chorizito in Spanish) as an homage to his Portuguese background and rapper style pants past his unshorn ass.

Based on this crush worry, I’ve surveyed the room to ensure he hasn’t hidden any bottles of chloroform around and am reticent to accept drinks he offers to buy.  Last thing I want to do is wake up feeling sore in strange places!

Fuck! I’ve got to spend another few days in motel rooms with this guy!? Well at least he can ride well and his humour, though strange and somewhat obsessive, is entertaining. But seriously dude! PULL UP YOUR FUCKING PANTS!!

LOL anyhow, my day started as a cold overcast morning in St. Kilda, Melbourne at 0600, after I got 3.5 hours of sleep. Why you ask? Since it was time to leave the apartment we rented for 3 nights, I had to get myself reorganized. We had gotten back into to the hotel at about 930PM. Hugo and Amara (his wife.. yes he’s married) went straight into their room, and weren’t seen again till morning.

I on the other hand decided to sort a few things before the morning departure. I always find it better to get all my kit sorted, accounted for and waiting by the door, the night before, because I can admittedly be a bit dull and groggy in first thing in the morning and then shit gets forgotten, or misplaced.

I was running out of clean clothes, so laundry had to be done. Ben did Dan and I a solid and had gotten us change and soap from the local late night grocer and we took over the laundry room of the hotel complex to refresh our threads for the ride back home. 2 washers and 2 dryers meant we had to take turns. That took a couple of hours, and then I rearranged my clothes and other kit in the #Kriega Bags. I also built a few #spotify playlists and stored the music on the phone so that I could hear tunes in areas with no cell signal. I hadn’t spoken to my wife for a couple of days so a call to Canada was made while the laundry was being done (yep she’s there right now, and it’s a 14 hour time difference), and speak to her for a bit.

Next thing I knew it was 0300 and I was to be up at 0630 and today happened. So yeah! I’m really fucking tired and need some sleep so I can hit that REM cycle, repair myself and do it all again tomorrow!! The Tuono Awaits! Yeeehaaaaa!

Another amazing day on the road! But man I’m bloody tired, and tomorrow is another early rise for 6 more hours of wondrous roads over the Great Alpine Way, as we make our way into New South Wales.  So with that said, I must now sleep!

Nighty Night Addicts!
Ronno

 

 

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