Last Saturday (Jan 21st) I went to a party in Sydney.
The trip was 600Ks if I took the freeway, 650 if I come in the back way thru Bathurst and Windsor.
Option 2, although 50Ks further was a much more open country route with half the traffic and no fixed point to point cameras.
This was my first decent long ride since getting the Rocket in October and was as keen as to really find out how compatable my arse and that seat were on a long trip.
Woke extra early on the Saturday morning and was ready to roll by 6.30 so I made a last minute decision to change my plan and take the scenic route, about an extra 100Ks further again and all following the rivers and mountain ranges till I crossed the Freeway at Gundagai.
Was a bit disapointed with myself when it took me 3 hours to cover that 280Ks.

The road was quite tight and windy up thru the ranges and by the time I got to Gundagai I was about an hour behind where I would have been if I went the other way, so once I crossed over the freeway and got back out onto the open plains again I pushed a bit harder and hoped for no disco lights to come out of the bushes and ruin my fun.
The day had started off with hardly a cloud in the sky, although it was forecast for possible showers.
About 45Ks from Bathurst I noticed that the clouds were starting to thicken up but didn't look too serious. I was needing to top up the fuel before long anyway so kept going.
Another 25Ks along I it was starting to look quite heavy out to my right and I reckon I'd seen a few flashes of lightning out of the corner of my eye as well.
The road was leading me off to the left and away from this cloud belt still and I was hoping I'd skirt around it all and make town.
As I crested the next big hill the road turned right and ran me straight into this bigmother of a rain dump cloud. I had traffic in front and behind me and constant bends with about 200m visiblity so I couldn't see well enough to safely pull up.
A few Ks on I spotted somewhere and stopped long enough to stick the phone, wallet and GPS into the saddlebags. I was already wet and had pulled up in a prick of a spot anyway. There was nowhere to sit and put my wets on properly so I opted to run with it till town. After all, it couldn't be more than 15Ks away now, and with a bit of luck the rain will ease, yeah

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The sky opened up on me big time after that and that 15Ks took 15 minutes to cover.
Cars were either pulling over or travelling at 30 to 40 Ks but I wasn't stopping again for anyone.
The lightning was all around me and every 20 or 30 seconds apart by then and I reckoned I was a high risk if I stopped then. I remember seeing a sign on the road pointing up to Mt Panarama and thinking how crappy it would be camped up there for the races if they were on right now.
I spotted a workshop on the edge of town with a sheltered loading bay on the side so I pulled in there to sit it out. I emptied a cup full of water out of my boots and squeezed another cup full out of my socks then stripped down to nothing, put on dry clothes and my wets and headed off again.
The rain didn't really stop for the rest of the trip till I was 20 Ks from my destination.
What was a 750K trip took me 10 hours to cover and as crappy as it all was at the time it was the highlight of the trip.
Guys that won't go out in the rain really don't know what they're missing.