Motorcycle Therapy III

Jonesy's Celebration of the Burger

Now that I'd gotten the Philip Island thing out of my system, it was time to do some serious wandering.

Walhalla – a town every bit as pretty as the ride in.

Some familiar roads, some new ones. All were falling under the B-King's Sportecs with ease. Make no mistake, the Burger-King is one VERY capable and versatile motorcycle. As the kilometres mounted, my stresses and stressors were gradually browbeaten, subdued, stuffed into a burlap sack and weighed down with a couple of housebricks.

Kinglake – fighting back after some very shitty times. I kinda know how they feel.

By the time I'd reached the tip of Mornington Peninsula, my burlap sack collection was getting pretty big. A couple of nights at Sorrento YHA gave me a little time to complete the shutdown process and just kick back and relax.

Still a bit too close to shore to dump the burlap sacks just yet

Once the sacks were jettisoned off the Sorrento/Queenscliffe ferry, the new relaxed Batso was now ready for some quality time with the little lady, and a chance to explore Melbourne itself.

Batso meets BatGirl

After a truly awesome extended weekend, the Road Gods once again demanded their due, and I hit the road on the Tuesday morning.

Road trip or Acid trip?

21st Centrury Traveller meets 18th Century facilities

Wednesday evening I arrived home. My demons had been exorcised, my body was sore but satisfied, my rear tyre was completely fucked.

Two weeks of paying the Road Gods their due, and being rewarded as to our needs.

I love touring alone.