Oak Flats ride report

Regular readers will recall that the Oak Flats ride is usually an overnight jaunt, staying
overnight at the Oak Flats Inn. But the weekend dawned with gusting salt spray and dark,
dashing sunshine, remnants of a killer whale which hit Port Kembla Beach the afternoon
before, emptying the water. Considering the wild and disconcerting types in the main street,
and the absence of anyone to share at least the cost of a bag of fruit, I kept a close eye on
the road all day, but well before dark, I decided to abandon the overnight tradition and
re-plan a day ride for Sunday morning at 4am.

Gaaah! that meant an early start, to reach the lake in time to see anything; I almost managed
it, leaving home at 4.50am. I soon realised that I'd forgotten my lunch, so the trip to Oak
Flats was more tiresome and annoying than usual. I stopped at Port Kembla South for fuel,
then diverted to the 7-11 (a fetching fluoro orange) for a bar of chocolate. I had to wait
until 10:00 for them to open (warning! they close at noon on Sunday!), but by way of
compensation, everyone thought I'd been out riding all that time.

Past Windang, the tar snakes are a little more tenuous, so I passed Primbee in good time, and
pushed into Mount Warrigal ascent. A little traffic came up, but no dingoes, and none delayed
my trip down. A few bikers had stopped at Mount Warrigal (some days before - this was way too
early for them), where one may catch a glimpse of the Pacific; these people have often come
up from Kiama for a day ride.

All too soon I reached Central Avenue, then turned off to First Avenue South just out of
town. This back road is a pearl on the fringe of Lake Illawarra, with sections along ridges,
up and down hills, some fine sweepers, and enough tight spots and, at this time, traffic, to
keep one alert. Quickly it seemed, I was in Oak Flats just after 11, 27km and two stops in a
little over 2 1/2 hours.

As I see every time I visit, the Windang Market was booming, and it's rarely easy to park a
bike in the main street. Also having a little difficulty was a fellow with a dune buggy. He
told me he has half a dozen fine motorcycles in his shed, including some Harleys and
Triumphs, but definitely no Jap Crap or Kraut stuff.

By 10am the Fourth Reich were out and about, still stoned from the night before, meandering
along Windang Road towards Berry, where they stop for a few more beers around midday and,
suitably re-p*ssed, attempt to ride home again, after handing out a good beating to any
Ulysses Club member found to be wearing anything resembling rockers; generally losing a
member or two along the way, which is great, because it means a vacancy is created and some
hopeful prospect can become a fully fledged member and in good time, be cremated and have his
ashes housed in the grounds of the clubhouse next to the stone memorial. (Or is that Stone
Memorial?)

I've seen a few on display - Ulysses Club members that is - but never one on the road. They
are said to have no difficulty keeping up, despite their advanced years, but I reckon the
riders would have to plan braking moves well ahead.

Back at the Windang Bridge, I realised my camera had no batteries, so I don't have any
pictures of that; all the more reason to stay at home.

After Windang Bridge, the road straightens up quite soon, magic flip-flop country with the
road snaking straight ahead to Warrawong. With no company, and negligible traffic, it is the
truest tri-partite relationship, whatever that may mean, between the rider, the bike, and the
road. With no distractions save the glorious pelicans and scattered prawners, it is a deep
and compelling dialogue where the rider advances his/her skill one lane-change at a time.

From Windang the Windang Road leads north, joining the Princes Highway outside Berkeley. But
I wasn't to get that far. The high country of Berkeley boasts a Buddhist temple, with the
wind clattering the flags outside and signs that say 'Danger, poisonous snakes', but I am
slow, built for comfort, not speed, so I head straight home again.

Back on Shellharbour Road, one's mind wanders a little on a familiar, unchallenging road; the
biggest distractions here are the splashes of colour marking unofficial shrines to the
casualties of the local drug dealer Mick and also Boris the Burner, who makes a habit of
burning down Aboriginal housing.

But eventually there was the laneway, the hills of Port Kembla Heights, the BHP industrial
precinct, and the Wentworth Lane turnoff that took me past the dumped car bodies and pretty
much straight home. Another 2km via Hill 60, making a 45km round trip in 5 hours. You can't
win it in a raffle; the best day ride on the planet. Only the company and cameraderie of
fellow bikers could improve it; or at least a lead bike while traversing the Bridge. Maybe
next time.

Gary (proxy)

 

This is by far the best ride report I have ever read.
The usual dull and lifeless drivel leaves me cold, but this report
is truly vibrant - once I started reading, I just couldn't stop.
Many thanks, Gary Proxy, an original and colourful piece of writing.
I am ninety three years old and I ride my Villiers-powered Baker 172
everywhere.

Chainsaw (former Professor of Creative Writing).

 

the saying sarcasm is the lowest form of wit is true in this case


and its nothing to do with me living in Keiraville

well way too many beers tonight and tomorrow I DRIVE down to Melbourne

yes drive as double points males the bike stay at home

 

People say that the speed camera tolerances in Victoria are bad, but at
least the government doesn't chase you around with ridiculously severe
punishments even for offences you commit in other jurisdictions.

If you haven't come into Melbourne down the Hume in the past few days
you won't know that the new Cragieburn Bypass is now open which feeds
you directly onto the Metropolitan/Northern/Western Ring Road or
whatever it's called. There are 2 fixed speed cameras to be aware of,
both between Cragieburn and Cooper Street, both just south of overpasses
and both are forward facing cameras and operate on both north and
southbound lanes.

Nev..

 

yes drive as double points males the bike stay at home
dont the points count in the car

 

What, you _still_ haven't learned to ride a motorcycle?

-----sharks

 

In aus.motorcycles on Sun, 25 Dec 2005 23:17:10 GMT

never mind that, I want to know when they did this "double point males" thing.

Talk about your sex discrimination!

Zebee

 

Its a Female competition, catch as many double point males as you can over
Christmas.

Boxer