Today was forecast for 27 degrees and sunny. It was the first 'hot' riding day of the new season so how could I miss it? Well, quite easily, perhaps, when I woke up to thunder and rain. I lay my head back down, but ten minutes later sunshine streamed in through the window, my multiple alarms (yes, I need them) went off, and I stepped forward into a full day of blessed motorcycling.
I rode via Yarra Glen and the Black Spur to Eildon, where I sat burning myself in the sun and eating some delicious abomination called a 'pig dog' (a hot dog with many things). Then it was over to the main event of the day, a run on the Eidlon-Jamieson Road. 60km of endless twisties.
I have done this road in the past, before it was sealed:
But now it is sealed and flowing. On a road of constant turns, left, right, left, bespeckled by shafts of sun yellow or green depending on whether the trees mediated its light, I felt like a baby rocked in a cradle. I picked up an easy rhythm, averaging a lazy 60kph. At the heights I looked over valleys and water.
And in the low places I sat by that glittering water and green light.
It was another wonderful journey, a day of unfurling speed and pleasure.
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