\u201cLook\u201d, said Bly. \u201cHe was a nice guy just doing his job, and he wanted to be my friend. People DIE on that road, you know. And the Bonang. You know that Bonang road? Heaps of people die on that.\u201d<\/p>\n
I resolved to ride the Bonang Bloodroad the next day.<\/p>\n
We were in the service station at Cann River, about 40km south of the Victorian border. I\u2019d seen Bly\u2019s bike on the side of the road a few klicks out of town. I was going down gears when I noticed the guy in the bandanna mask next to him, then the other guy in the same blue cargo pants, then the police car hidden behind them in the bushes.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho was the guy in the mask, Bly?\u201d I asked him.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe was the operator of the amphometer\u201d, said Bly.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy was he wearing a mask?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know\u201d, said Bly. \u201cMaybe he was horribly disfigured.\u201d He brightened up a little.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe said he wouldn\u2019t have bothered if I was only doing fifteen over\u201d, he added a few minutes later, \u201cbut apparently that last five is a killer.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou know what they say, Bly\u201d, said Bluey. \u201cWipe off five and stay alive.\u201d Bluey can be a smartarse sometimes. No, really.<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe I should go back and thank him\u201d, said Bly.<\/p>\n
We restrained him, and rode to Lakes Entrance.<\/p>\n
Two of Bly\u2019s friends arrived while we were dining at the RSL club. They complained that they were riding south on the Bonang Highway and there was a Commodore with dark windows in front of them travelling at under the speed limit. They passed it and it started to tailgate them, so they sped up and the Commodore lit up its lights and sirens and cops got out and booked them for speeding.<\/p>\n
Ha! Stay classy, VicPol. Uphold the right! Narmsane?<\/p>\n
The others kept on to Phillip Island the next day. I headed back home. The last five or six times I went to the track, VicPol put a roadblock before it and pulled over every motorcycle and recorded the registration and rider\u2019s licence details. Some people think this is okay in a modern western democracy. I don\u2019t. It reminds me of East Germany back a bit. I will try to minimise my tourist spend in the state of Victoria until they stop doing this.<\/p>\n
I went home via the Bonang, of course. It\u2019s a hundred and five klicks of winding road. There had been some wild weather two days ago. There were two trees down on the road, but I could get around them. There were wet patches, and big rocks on the road that had fallen from wet embankments. Twelve or fifteen bikes passed going south. A big lyrebird ran across the road in front of me. Just before the end of the dirt section, a big wallaby hopped across the road in front of me. Just after the end of the dirt section, a Commodore station wagon with tinted windows heading south pulled over as I passed heading north. I expected it to do a U-turn and follow me, but it didn\u2019t. The hunting would be better southbound.<\/p>\n
The VFR has a big tank and a good range. I\u2019d topped it up at Orbost. I stopped for petrol at Queanbeyan. \u201cNumber five thanks, chief\u201d, I said to the guy behind the counter after filling up.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you call me chief because I am Indian?\u201d he asked me.<\/p>\n
I hadn\u2019t, but I said yes to see what would\u00a0 happen.<\/p>\n
\u201cHa! You Australians are very funny\u201d, he replied.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd you Indians are so good at cricket\u201d, I told him, cordially.<\/p>\n
It was only 300km or so home from there, so I didn\u2019t need to stop again\u00a0for fuel. I stopped for a drink at Pheasants Nest. I got home about 1530. I hadn\u2019t eaten yet, but I was tired, so I set the alarm on my phone for 1630 and had a nap. I didn\u2019t want to sleep for too long. It\u2019s dangerous. Did you know that one in eight Americans die in their sleep? I can\u2019t imagine the numbers are much different here.<\/p>\n
The bedrooms are going to be crowded south of the border when VicPol finds out about THAT statistic.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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