From there it was through North Dandalup, then onto Dardanup to meet Bunbury Wayne, before lunch at the Moody Cow in the Ferguson Valley. Then it was onto the Nannup Hotel, which was our lodging for the evening.
The following day had us riding some amazing secondary roads that I never knew existed, taking us east across to the Stirling Ranges, unfortunately as expected the weather came in and it was drizzling for most of the day, we reached Mt Barker with only the one mishap, where Mark missed a corner and found the gravel, only to be dusted off and continue his journey, then after getting pics taken by the local cops it was off into the Stirling Ranges, where, still raining, we were anointed by the wash of B triple road trains before finally getting to the Stirling Ranges Retreat. They had us set up a little way away from the other campers in our own little spot, which was smart on their behalf as we started hooking into the drinks. My GP’s exhaust was sounding stupid loud by this stage and I was convinced to tackle the surgery required to replace the exhaust gasket which I finished after dark with ‘Rocket’ Ron’s help and much pisstaking and photos by everybody else. Then it was an interesting walk to the local café who had stayed open to accommodate us for dinner, an impromptu jam with dark horse, Andy Marsh on the guitar and harmonica, before retiring to the camping grounds for what shall be now known as ‘Beer Jenga’ where a rubbish bin is quickly filled with empties and people take turns trying to balance further empties on top without the whole lot collapsing…….. well, it kept us entertained for hours.
The final stretch from Bridgetown to home was all going swimmingly until Andy managing to coax his clutchless Vespa to Pinjarra finally gave up figuring he could never manage the traffic lights and Sid holing a piston in his GP just before Pinjarra.