There’s this place about 7 or 8 clicks from where I live called Old Petrie Village. It’s a faithfully restored reproduction of the original Petrie Village of the early 1900’s.
Last Saturday we headed down to the southern end of the Gold Coast.
We don’t often stop on the Goldie, preferring to explore the galleries, café’s and natural attractions in the hinterland instead. This time though, we decided to visit a place on the south-eastern most point of Queensland we hadn’t visited in over 10 years.
I’ve had Bluey for just a smidge over 3 years and The Pillion and I have covered quite a bit of country on her together.
For a bike that’s described as a sports tourer, it certainly does the job well, it eats the miles both effortlessly and economically. In fact, from the 19 litre (5 gallon) tank I can get around 340 km (210 miles) around town and about 390 km (240 miles) on a fully load two-up country run.
The Poles call it Studniówka, the Poms call it a Leavers Ball and the ‘Mericans call it a Senior Prom. You might know it as something else in your part of the world.
In ‘Straya its called a School Formal and is usually held at the school auditorium where teachers, politicians and other interested parties wax lyrical and acknowledge the achievements of students leaving school to make their mark on the big wide world.
I reckon the best pillion I’ve ever had would’ve been Daka. He was a wiry sort of bloke, maybe 5’11” who weighed next to nothing. He was a rider himself, rode a GPz-1100 B2 as I recall.
Alas, he was a bit naughty on one or two occasions and the powers that be told him he couldn’t ride (or drive) for a rather lengthy period of time.
The sun filtered though the trees warming the brisk morning air as The Pillion and I followed the black ribbon that was Mt Nebo Road. No one ahead of us, nor behind, and only the beat of the engine beneath us breaking the silence.
It was one of those surreal moments in time, when everything just flowed.
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