ALBANY VINTAGE &
CLASSIC MOTORCYCLE CLUB
A Winter's Ride to Dumbleyung
Seventeen of us on 14 bikes took off for
Dumbleyung just after lunch. The weather had improved
from the hail that had fallen earlier in the morning.
There was a brief shower around the Porongurups, but that
was it. First stop Amellup for a coffee and fuel.
Surprise! It was shut!
Warwick found out there was fuel at
Ongerup, so we made an unscheduled visit to the roadhouse
there. Pingrup was next, we took the old road, the
weather by now clear skies, and this is a better road
than the original plan. A stop in Pingrup before heading
to Dumbleyung via Nyabing.
The last part of the ride was heading straight into the
sun, between that and the shadows it can be a bit
disconcerting. At the pub, rooms were allotted and
although some took to the shower and a change of clothes,
it was difficult for most to leave the comfort of the
open fire. Dinner was soup and roast pork, very nice.
After dinner we sat around talking for a
while until Phil came and dragged us into the bar.
Shortly an impromptu pool competition was on, about the
same time the Ladies Dumbleyung netball team was in full
swing singing and dancing (on top of the bar) to the tune
of Tigerland la la la la la Tigerland.
A bloke came up to me (I think he'd had a
couple) and asked if I used to go to the Black Duck. Yes,
I said. He said, "Yeah, I thought I recognised you,
especially with the beard!" Competition was fierce
in the pool, but eventually Trevor and Richard declared
themselves champs and gathered up a trophy to prove it!
About midnight we trotted off to bed, some a bit worse
Breakfast next morning was continental
and help yourself, yep, definitely a few furry tongues
around. It had been a cold night with reports of ice on
the bikes that were not undercover. Clive said at
breakfast that during the night he was so cold it was the
stiffest he's been for years - much to the merriment of
those who heard him.
It was then time to take the traditional
picture of the bikes outside the pub - Russell had
trouble starting his Triumph with the cold morning,
strange when you think of what the English climate is
like. After fuelling, first stop was Gnowangerup. It was
a perfect morning for riding, weather brilliant. The 13
bikes snaking along in front of me looked great.
We had a bit of drama at
Gnowangerup when Clive dropped the ignition key of his
Gold Wing down a hole by the steering head. The key
couldn't be seen and after shaking the bike, fairing
panels were unscrewed but the key though was well hidden.
After over an hour Des said, "Well, looking at the
angle of the bike you'd think it would be by there".
Much to Clive's relief and the persistence of Richard,
who had been on his knees most of the time trying to find
the needle in the haystack, it was spotted.
With the help of a piece of wire, out it
came. It gave those who don't carry a spare,
something to think about. Next stop Kamballup, before
home. A great weekend