bike road trip – day 2

Route: Dairy Plains to Kingston (Middleton) via Oatlands (small detour off highway).

Weather: wet wet and more wet with wind thrown in for good measure.

Distance and time: 300km and 4.5hrs – leaving 11am arriving home 3.30om.

Stops: Oatlands for lunch, 1 hr.

Day two started ominously, with rain and a temperature that would be more inducive to log fires, movies and not going out on motorcycle. But we had to leave and it was what it was.
The evening before my brother in law and hubby took the bike out for a spin and hubby returned with an interesting comment. He said he now has a new respect for me as a pillion and I do well to hang on and handle the way he corners. He has never been a pillion before so it was good for him to see what it’s like. He has said he likes how I ride, as he often has to touch my leg to make sure I’m still there. 😉

Before we left, we checked out their dairy and all the cows. Donning my waterproof bike pants, boots and a hi-vis jacket (all jackets used were hi-vis) and off we went to feed the bobbies. The baby boy calves that are good for a about 5 days before the truck comes to take them off to slaughter. Veal being the result. Because the calves are taken straight from their parents mother we have to teach them how to feed. This means man handling them a bit. Straddling them, dipping hands into the hot milk in the feeder, putting your fingers into their mouths and hoping they start sucking to them get them on the teat at the feeder. Some of them are stubborn buggers and took a bit to get going, others were quite easy going. And, as silly little boys do, there was pushing and shoving along the way.
There was one sick calf, and as is the way on a farm, and especially in business, it had to be put down. Not a nice sight, but such is the circle of life.

Another coffee at the house and sorting our gear, putting everything into plastic bags for added protection we got ready to head home.
Just before 11 we suited up, hubby started the bike and with an extra pair of gloves on I climbed aboard.
What can I say. It was cold and wet, and the highway was busy.
I was warm enough for the first hour and then the gloves become over saturated with water (better than mine, but not totally waterproof), my bum was becoming increasingly numb. I couldn’t move without it hurting and I was getting cold. Hubby was intent on getting back to Hobart as quickly as possible, and so was I but there is only so much I can take before something gives.
By the time Oatlands was coming into view I was a wreck and made very pointed gestures that i wanted to pull over and NOW. Once we stopped. I actually couldn’t get off. It took a bit and I tried stripping things off as quickly as in could in between tears of frustration and sinking into the bench outside the public loos.
Hubby found the bakery and I was not getting back on the bike so I walked down the street.
We were going to eat outside under the verandah but after needing to go inside to order, we snavelled a table by the fire and put out gloves to warm and dry a little. Thawing out quite nicely we took an hour for lunch then back out into the cold. The weather had not let up at all.

The rest of the trip was a blur of cars, rain and the spray from passing trucks headed the other way.
Into Hobart and out the other side to collect my car. I have never been so happy to see my car. As it was still raining I had to strip pants and boots off in the car, (just a bit awkward) then remembered my other shoes were in the boot so I drove home in socks with the heater at a cosy 24C.

More hot drinks and hogging of the heater to warm up while my boys cooked dinner.
I enjoy going away and I love coming home, but I’ve not loved coming home so much as I did this time. I may grumble about it but I did enjoy the ride, the trip and what we did.
Next time we do a trip with weather remotely like this the bike will have a gel seat (designed for comfort and long trips) and we will both be in full winter/waterproof bike gear.

Jen 🙂


11 responses to “bike road trip – day 2

  1. 😀 I feel your pain! In our misspent youth we had no car for years, just motorbikes, and there was many a time we got home from a long trip and I was incapable of actually getting off the back of the bike. The Man would just tip it right over until one of my feet touched the ground and I would have to drag myself off that way. Once we were both so crippled we literally crawled up the steps, into the house and ran a hot bath to try and restore some circulation.
    A bakery stop sounds like a good plan to me and I bet your car seat never felt so wonderful. 😀


    • Ah, someone who I believe does actually believe me. I’m sure hubby was not too convinced, but when asked if he poked fun at me, he said he knew better than to do that. I know that crippled feeling, I hurt every time I got up from a chair for days after, and yes my car (felt weird to be enclosed) was oh so comfortable.
      I can’t wait til we can get our own and just go when and wherever we want. Hubby still finds it weird I am so on board with it, more so than him I think sometimes.


      • Back seats are never as comfortable as the riders. The Man wasn’t overly sympathetic to me until the time he asked me what the two black marks on my butt were after a long ride. When I pointed out that they were bruises he realised I wasn’t being a drama queen…. 🙂

        For a long while we had a rigid framed Harley, that is, no suspension and the seat bolted straight to the frame. I was very excited when we got the next Harley and it had nice shiny springs. Of course that seat was awful and the springs stiff, the rigid had been far more comfortable!

        I hope you get your own bike soon, and that it has a nice comfy seat! 😀


      • Ouch, bruised bum. Not nice at all. W didn’t look, but mine certainly felt that way. It will be next year at least before we get our own. We can always loan from our friend again.


      • I’m sure the wait will make the final arrival of your own bike all the more satisfying. 🙂 at least you aren’t cut off from all riding until then.


  2. I applaud the gusto with which you approach life, Jennifer. Good for you!


  3. Hmm…the professor must needs do a trip like this now. It sounds so exciting.


  4. What an adventure! I could feel your pain. And it gives some good blog fodder too! 🙂


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