Biblio Turismo

SATURDAY, LAST DAY

We woke to the sound  of rain and the sound of fire alarms. No fire but someone must have been having a shower and the steam set off the alarms.  We loaded up our steeds for the last time and agreed to meet at 8.30 for breakfast. I crossed the road to speak with the owner of the tackle store that opened at 8am. he was sitting in a barbers chair and watching tv.

He told me how he was the butcher in town for forty years then took over the tackle shop. The previous owner was the barber, hence the chair and sold cigarettes to ta;ll the Snowy Scheme workers that came through the town.

We decided over breakfast that although it seemed to be clearing the weather forecast was for a lot more rain.

Ian and Sherri chose the mountain path and Alan and I chose the highway.

We contacted Cooma and advised of our decision not to come. Ian and Sherri were to visit in the coming weeks to deliver the t shirts. 

We soon crossed the border and headed for Tumbarumba, then Batlow then Tumut. Off to Gundagai for refreshments then on towards Goulburn where Alan departed and on to Sydney then Gosford.

Why do we do it?

It brings our profession together, we enjoy the comraderi and it is different from any other bike ride in the country.

Next year we will do the Blue Mountains and surrounds most likely two nights based at Blackheath.

Details on this blog in April.