Vintage Rice Burner Ride

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Vintage Rice-Burner Run

When you put your hand up to lead a ride a few things go through your head, what is the weather going to do, is anybody going to turn up
and what route to do that will please everybody, tough job but everybody should give it a go.

We rolled Daisy the Ducati out of the garage and accessed the weather app, which forecast more overcast conditions with a hint of rain that we expected would keep the numbers down. Gill and I turned up at the meeting point to find Tony W and Heather already there with their new Yamaha cruiser. As we have a bit of a chat more bikes turn up, getting to about 20 in total.
Not bad for a dodgy day.

After a slow ride through town we headed up Greenhill Road to Mount Lofty then down to Stirling, taking a few winding roads to McLaren Vale where we had morning tea at the Cottage Bakery. A great place and well worth checking them out if you are down that way.

With two extra riders joining in the fun, we headed up Willunga Hill very slowly thanks to a very bad cage driver. As soon as we got out of Mount Compass, BANG
a big wall of water hit us and we all got very wet very quickly. A quick stop to don our wet weather gear (better late than never) and then we headed off to Victor Harbour to grab fuel, a bite to eat and admire the great gathering off vintage Japanese motorcycles which brought back some fond memories of a misspent  youth. After a two-hour break we headed along the Delamere Road, fighting some serious side winds coming off the ocean, and then stopped at Delamere for a comfort stop and let some of the lighter riders catch up.

From there we followed the coastline as much as possible all the way to Port Noarlunga, which was our final destination, there we had refreshments, a long chat and a laugh about the day. We all said our goodbyes and headed home, some further than others.

Thank you to everybody that turned up and Tony W for being Tail End Charlie, Sonya for the photos (check out the website) and again everybody for the laughs and stories.

Tony M