Ulls: We got off to good start, time wise that is. After filling up at the local fuel stop, we checked the tyres and when Torsten tried to add some air, nothing came from the nozzle. We watched with horror in our eyes as his rear tyre deflated, deflating our hopes of a good run today. We tried in vain to get our own pump to fill the empty tyre. At least we now knew that the purchase of that particular pump was a waste. We eventually sorted it out, as the guy at the station had just forgotten to turn it on.
It was fairly slow going towards Sydney, and we even had a touch of rain. It was a little hairy at times, as neither of us had experienced these bathtubs for bikes in wet conditions. Torsten was a little nervous of riding into Sydney on the main highway, so we searched through the maps to find an alternative route. Big mistake!
Through tiny towns, all of which had won a Tidy Town Award in the eighties, and on toward the Wiseman’s Ferry crossing. The last section was to be unsealed roads, and seeing as we’d arranged for our off road tyres to be shipped to Melbourne, that was the end of the alternative route and we made our way back to the highway.
Riding a scooter, with 50 extra kilos strapped to the back, in Sydney traffic has got to be up there with some of those crazy Japanese extreme sports. Like swimming naked in a creek at 5 degrees with electric eels or something. We made it to Newtown, our home for the weekend.
King Street, Newtown Unless you’ve driven in Sydney before (luckily I have), I wouldn’t try you hand at this on a scooter with tugboat handling. It’s a most extreme sport … 408km Speedo – 443 GPS
