OF GODS AND PIGS
by Batfastard
"Today we rode like gods. Tonight we drink like pigs". This was the text message that Whitey sent to that piking bitch Monquito on Wednesday night.
Whitey's one of those big country lads who doesn't say a lot, but when he does he pretty much hits the nail on the head -- much the same way as he'd been nailing the apexes of the corners between Bruthen and Harrietville all that day.
This marked the midpoint of my week away from all that is Canberra.
Day 1 - Monday - Canberra to Candelo
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By the time I'd hit the coast, the cobwebs and stresses were well on their way to banishment, along with the unmarked patrol car that surprised me (and me him...) mid corner on the Clyde. The complete lack of consequences leads me to believe that the mobile cameras need a few seconds to fix on you before they can get a reading. Either that or I was going a LOT slower than I thought.
After getting my fix of the Bermagui to Tathra road, the breeze started
picking up. According to the Console Operator at Bermagui, the weather
report had forecast 120km/h winds for that evening. With the evidence to
hand, I decided to pick a comfortable looking country pub and have a beer
while seeing how the weather panned out.
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| Mount Myrtle, watching as the storm clouds gather |
After about 6 schooners at the Candelo Hotel, things didn't look like getting any better -- as it was the road from Wyndham through Myrtle Mountain was covered in crap and keeping a straight line almost required knee sliders. So at Candelo I stayed.
