There you are, I’ve been lookin’ for you everywhere!
Gee you’re lookin’ well, ya been crook long?
Wadya mean your fine and been here the whole time.
It’s me that’s been M.I.A.?
I’ve mentioned previously that I really enjoy the ride up to, through and around the Mt. Tamborine area.
No mater which direction you come from, the ride is always enjoyable.
The other day while travelling between Sydney and Brisbane, The Pillion and I decided to take a detour off the Pacific Highway for a rest break.
I’ve come good on a threat I made about three weeks ago.
I don’t normally make threats, but on this occasion I saw no other way to deal with the problem. A tune-up was required.
In last weeks post, Take The Long Way Home, I mentioned arguing with myself about why I don’t ride the scenic route home from work more often:
The days were too short during winter for this route (but there is a slightly shorter alternative I retorted, you’d be home before dark. Easy)
Its been years since I’ve been out to Lake Wivenhoe for anything recreational.
Years ago, when we lived in Browns Plains on the southern outskirts of Brisbane, we spend quite a bit of time out there just running amok with the kids during the school holidays.
The Lockyer Branch of the Ulysses Club of Australia hosted its 20th annual toy run in support of Salvation Army Christmas Appeal. We missed last years event as we were committed elsewhere, but this year we cleared our calendar’s and made sure we could attend.
Last Sunday The Pillion and I took off down to Northern NSW yet again. I’m not sure what draws us to this part of the world, the roads, the scenery or something else.
It doesn’t matter though, because every-time we head down that way we find something new to enjoy.
I dunno what it is about Australian history, but it really fascinates me.
I mean, Australia was colonised by the Poms back in the 1700’s; has had significant influence from the good ol’ US of A in the 1800’s, and in the mid 1900’s we became multicultural, accepting all and sundry from places like Italy, Greece, Poland… most of Europe really.
On the return leg of our trip to Tasmania earlier this year, I had the opportunity to ride a road I’d heard a lot about, but never ridden.