Yesterday’s practice has worked wonders and we are on the road early again arriving in Coffs Harbour about 9:30am and spend the next hour with Bob and Fran catching up on news etc.
Back on the road for only a few minutes, we stop into the Big Banana, for bananas, what else, then strike out for home. The plan calls for fuel just past Grafton then straight home so we can fill the maximum amount at Queensland prices rather than NSW prices. This plan was good until I took a Meady short cut that bypasses Grafton, and the service stations, and that meant we had to start looking for fuel along the road. No problems, we refuel before the light comes on and have a neat 285 klms to get home.
As we go through Ballina, and from there on up the highway there are motorcycles everywhere, all Harleys. Apparently there must be a HOG activity on over the weekend. Now I don’t usually care what sort of bike anyone rides, just the fact that someone is a fellow rider is good enough for me. But what is it about Harley riders? Are the castigated by the peers if they dare wave to someone who isn’t riding a Harley? It was just so noticeable from the previous days how few riders actually waved back or even acknowledged the we existed. Very poor-spirited I thought. What the hell, their loss, not mine.
The lunch stop means finishing off the last of the Beechworth Bakery goodies and other bits and pieces from the esky and back on the road until Therese gets distracted by the thought of macadamia nuts. A quick stop at the Macadamia Castle to stock up on nuts and then the final leg home. After a short stop to visit one of the kids, we rolled up the driveway at 6:10pm, 2 weeks and 10 hours after we left.
This was a great ride and a great holiday.