Category Archives: Motorbike

The boy and his bike

My eldest son is loving his bike so much he asked for a photo shoot this afternoon, even on the proviso I could publish him.
Clicking on the picture will take you to my photo blog to see more of the biking fun.
As I get back into lugging the camera around, and sorting my travel pictures, that will be where you will find the majority of them.



Sunday Riding

It was a lovely winters day, overcast with some blue patches, a crisp 11C, so we do decided to take a nice, lazy Sunday ride.
We started just on lunch time and stopped at Dunally for a coffee and snack.

Then briefly visited the Tasman Arch and Devils Kitchen.

We looped around the Peninsula through Port Arthur, Nubeena and Taranna, finishing with a nice hot coffee at Maccas to warm the bones before the last leg home.

The last (?) ride before winter hibernation

That’s right, this will be one of the last, if not The last ride we get in before winter really hits. It is getting pretty cold out there at the moment.
So fore-going our usual ‘coffee run’ we instead decided to head north to Deloraine and visit my sister.

Route:Middleton to Dairy Plains via Cressy & Longford.

Weather: typical Tasmanian Autumn – mildly overcast, some sun, windy, bloody cold.

Distance and time: 275 km, 3.5 hrs. Leave home 9.30, arrive 1.30. Leaving 3pm, arrive home 7.30.

Stops: Bridgewater for warm-up stop 30 mins, Campbell Town 15mins, Longford 15mins petrol.
Stops on way home. Perth, 30mins, Hobart 30 mins.

We woke to freezing cold, frost on the ground and some sunshine. We had the opportunity to decide not to but we rarely change our mind once we’ve decided to do something, and off we set.
The weather in the northern suburbs of Hobart was foggy and cold, and we were no already frozen before we’d really left, so a quick stop for a warming coffee. Nothing beats warming the insides when the air is biting. Crossing the bridge through the fog brought the word cold to a whole new level, even if it did look pretty cool.
Briefly warmed up we set off and while there were some (small) warm pockets in the sunshine, it was mostly cold. Cold air is one thing, but moving at 100km/hr + is colder still and I think we felt every last bit of it.

A pit stop at Campbell Town before heading off, this time taking a side road with lots of nice corners and dips, before stopping at Longford for petrol. Straight roads are good but bends are better. Loads more fun.
The final stretch took us back onto the highway then the back roads to Dairy Plains.

This map shows the main highway route rather than the one we took as it wouldn’t highlight all the parts I wanted, and then there is a part missing in the map as well. The route we took is from where it starts at the bottom, along both light shaded parts, jointing where the road number is, rather than going back to the highway.


There’s nothing like puppies jumping at your feet, a roaring fire, coffee and lunch to make you feel warm inside. And a good catch up with your sister.

Back on the road at 3, the evening temperature drop was already in its way and I knew it would beat cold trip home. Stopping at Perth, 4pm, for a petrol top up and calling home before getting back on the bike.

My body has become accustomed to the way of sitting on the bike and does not hurt so much the next day anymore. Mind you, after 5 hours of sitting on the bike and you feel every bump on the road. From tail bone, it rattles it’s way up your spine and vibrates into your head. We stuck to the highway and it was noticeable how few bikes were out and about. Hmm, I’m not surprised.

The further south we went, the darker it got, and I got that familiar thought going through my head. Now don’t get me wrong, I love riding pillion, and while it gets as boring as the car, because I’m not in control I still love it, and am always happy to jump on board. But every now and then I have this strange thought, “what am I doing one here?” The I would never have thought seriously about getting on a bike and yet, here I am, zipping along on top of two wheels and an engine, in the wide open space that is outside. A car will never give you this freedom, there is something wild and crazy and beautiful about being completely outside like this. Then, as it got darker, I had that same thought, it’s dark and here I am riding around on the back of the bike. I think it’s still the whole amazement that I have done this and am loving it so much. I hate roller coasters, but put me on the back of a bike at speed and I’m loving it.
And riding at night is pretty cool. Not sure how often I want to do it, but especially through town, I love it. I’ve said it before, but you see so much more when on the bike, a whole new perspective. And driving through Hobart, done it a thousand times, but last night was an eye opener, almost like seeing it for the first time.

Back to the trip. Where as I? Oh yeah, we stopped at Perth and then kept going til we hit Hobart. Crossing the bridge at Bridgewater (sounds really obvious when written like that) was just as cold as the morning, but we skipped through the train crossing a split second before the lights went on. Thankfully, I wasn’t prepared to stop in there cold.
Coming through the city, we took a right turn instead of straight through and then across a couple of blocks, finishing at Maccas for a coffee.
Now, this is a mere 40mins rote mum home, surely we could have kept going? Well that’s what hubby said, but we both agreed, we would have fallen off the bike at the house, and having a rest meant the last forty km was comfortable and didn’t feel like 140. Makes a huge difference to how you feel.

I write this on Saturday, it’s taken me all day mind you. We’ve visited friends, done some shopping, washed the dog, and getting organised for our road trip tomorrow. I’m going to love it, and will hopefully there will be some fantastic pictures to show you. A little big piece of Tasmanian history.
Friday was great, Saturday busy but relaxing, and Sunday… we shall see.
Have a great rest of your weekend, a happy Mother’s Day to all mums out there.

Jennifer 🙂

Just a short day trip, to the edge of the wilderness.

Not many people know this about me, but I love power stations and dams. I have no idea what it is, but they fascinate me in ways I can’t fathom. Back in the days before kids, and probably before marriage, hubby and I took a camping trip and visited a whole slew of them around Tasmania.
There is something about the size, how they’re constructed,and the look of them that just amazes me.  
There are lots of links today, as there is so much to include, and I could post them til the cows come home. If you are interested (take a few hours and) by all means look further.

Yesterday we went for a ride to check out one of my favourites. The Gordon River Dam, at Strathgordon or Lake Pedder. See here.<

Route: Middleton to Strathgordon.

And a look at where we were, and a map of the lake area. More links.

Weather: typical late summer weather. forecast to be hot, 29C. Cool, cloudy, humid, some showers.

Distance and Time: 200 km and 3.5 hours. Each way. Left home 8 am, arrived 11.30.  Arrive home at 4.30 pm.

Stops: Petrol at New Norfolk both ways. Gordon Dam, snack, drink, walk the wall. Return to Maydena for lunch.

Leaving early the clouds were out, looking ominous, and I had the waterproof pants on just in case. By the time we stopped at New Norfolk, 40 mins out of Hobart, the weather had cleared and I was feeling the heat. Neck warmers came off and we continued on our way.
The drive from here on in is really nice, winding roads, beautiful scenery – rolling hills and animals, beautiful old buildings.
Just near New Norfolk are the hop farms. What are Hops? They are the parts that make beer, Beer. along with yeast and other things of course. They grow like a vine. Here’s a link to the Google images page so you can see for yourself.

From here you head past Mt Field to a place called Maydena. The last township before the long road ahead. Eighty to one hundred kilometres of road with not much to see until the last 30 or so k’s.  That’s when the mountain ranges come into view and they are spectacular. You enter a whole other world out there.  As I’ve said on other posts, when you are on the bike your senses are heightened. You feel, see and smell so much more than being encased in a car.  There are of course the vehicle fumes and dead animal smells, but the flowers, wet ground post rain, rain forest and … was that Huon Pine I smelled? Hubby seemed to think so as well. Now that is something to enjoy. Riding through the rain forest and smelling that sweet sweet Huon Pine fragrance. Just perfect.  Ten k’s out from the Lake Pedder lodge and information centre we had to stop. I know it’s time to stop when hubby stands on the pegs to stretch his legs, so while we were had that break I got rid of the water proof pants, which resulted in my jeans feeling damp from the not-breathing sweaty material.
Back on the way and we headed straight to the Dam. The tourist centre and accommodation is pretty bland and simple, a base for workers or bush walkers.  Maybe even those travellers who want to really rest and get away from it all.
There is something about this place that gets me all excited. At the first corner where I could see the dam and how low the water level was I had this silly grin on my face. Again, I have no idea why, but it’s just amazing. The landscape is beautiful, even in its destruction.  The absolute desolation of the area, the mountains that just go on and on, the ravines. The construction of something that divided the community like nothing else since, and the sheer size of the construction and the intrinsic beauty just floors me. Every time.

Back in 1972 when they first started talking about this there were protests everywhere, this was the most popular place in the state. Flooding a lake to make a dam for Hydro Electricity in one of the most pristine wildernesses in the world was sacreledge.    link to Lake Pedder and here and here and a brief history of Lake Pedder.

We have come to this place numerous times over the yeas, the last one was 15 years ago when our eldest was about 2. It was at that time my fear of heights and vertigo kicked in. I was frozen at the top of the stairs and could not go down. I think it was before this, or maybe at the same time, we were able to do a tour through the workings of the power station. A little buggy took us underground where we checked out the turbines and how it all worked. Like I said before. Fascinating stuff.
I’m not sure if you can still do this. Probably not due to ridiculous OH&S laws.

Even yesterday, when I went down, I could feel my heart rate rising the further down I got, but it settled as I walked the dam wall (keeping the solid side close by initially).
Taking plenty of pictures, which really don’t do it justice, we climbed the stairs back to the car park.
Hubby’s picture looking over the edge…

Don't look down! - all 140 m of it.

Don’t look down! – all 140 m of it.

Back on the bike and we hustled back to Maydena where we stopped for lunch and a cold drink. The weather by this stage was getting close to its forecast, and we were feeling the humidity under jackets and helmets.

We watched as rain clouds came over mountains and dropped their loads, had a sprinkle while we rested, and then donned our gear again to start the trip home.
Sunny days like this are perfect for being out on the bike, feeling the wind but you can’t really dress for the weather, needing to over dress, which almost defeats the purpose. Riding through the cooler shadowed parts were a welcome relief from the sun and heat, and the rain shower we got caught in closer to home was more than welcomed also.
There is nothing like going away, but coming home is so much nicer. Seeing that familiar Mountain (Mt Wellington) in the distance and you know you’re nearly there. And the further from civilisation the more you feel it, especially when there is only one road in and one road out.

Now, if you’re not already bored from tiresome links everywhere here are some of my photos.

Lake Pedder from near the ‘township’








And last but certainly not least, one of my all time favourite shots of the dam.


And unless the weather is unseasonably warm next time round, this will be the last bike trip til around October.
Jennifer 🙂

Just a casual bike ride, 5hrs later….

Morning all, it’s bright and early on a Monday morning, well, not so bright or early, but it is Monday 😦 actually I’m not so sad about that fact, school resumes for the year on Wednesday (for 2) and Thursday for the other, so I’m happy that my routine will change back to some normalcy.
While I start on my first coffee, I thought I might share a bike ride we took the other day. After being pulled apart and serviced hubby wanted to take it for a drive and test it out. Well, he came home to get me and we went straight back to the city to get them to look at it. Not a good sign.
All I had asked for was a windy road. We took the scenic route to Hobart, from Kingston you head along the coast to Taroona and Sandy Bay rather than up the highway.


From there, even though it was after 5 and in typical Tassie fashion was cooling down, even though the sun was still up, we headed up. Mt Wellington, aka The Mountain. There’s something most people don’t think about when in a car. Shadows are cold. Once you’re out of the sun, the air is fresher, even at slow speeds.
I never tire of the view from the top, even on a hazy day like it was. The photos aren’t great, but we got some good ones of the bike overlooking the edge.


From there, we headed towards. Huonville, via Fern Tree. Part of Fern Tree is at the base of the mountain, and the rest is scattered along the old highway to the south. It’s always a nice drive on this road, even if the road isn’t very good, doing something a little different stops you from being bored.
At Huonville we a stopped in to see a friend and by the time we left it was 8, the sun was going down and the chill was certainly rising.


Taking the coast road, through Cygnet and round the point to Verona Sands and home. The sun was going down, we were on there wrong side of the hill, so it was darker anyway, the air was cold – and we only had ‘summer’ jackets on, you don’t want the fluffy inserts when its warm and sunny – and there was something crawling over my head under the helmet. Well that’s what it felt like, it was itchy as all… And you can’t scratch with thick gloves and a space helmet on your head. I was off that bike and had the helmet off in seconds when we got home. Ahh, bliss, scratchy scratch…


The house was blissfully warm and adding to that a toasted sandwich and a hot drink, my day was done.
I’m definitely going to miss this when April comes around. There will be very little riding over winter til we get proper gear.
Some shots from the top of the mountain.


Looking north.


Overlooking Hobart and eastern suburbs. So much nicer on a clear day.


And the bike, taken further down the road from the lookout

Happy Monday and have a great week 🙂