Yass is the answer.

The question? Fiona, did you see the king parrot?

“Yass!”

How about the ring-tailed possum in the tree?

“Yass!”

And the Koala, which we were informed in no uncertain terms is not a bear?

“Yass!”

Was dessert good?

In unison, “Yass!”

Frenchy, want another Victoria Bitter?

“Yaaaassss! Yaaaaassss! Of course! It’s the secret to my stellar physique!”

The next morning, Dan did his best to recreate the Exxon Valdez disaster, while his GS impersonated an old Harley. After heading approximately five miles north towards Mudgee, he suddenly pulled over.

Captain Danny Oilypants and His Loose Filler Cap.

With a sheepish smile, he said, “You know, after I checked the oil this morning, something just didn’t feel right when I put the cap back on. I guess I should’ve done something about it, huh?”

All things considered, he took it well. The petrol station we pulled into to top off didn’t like his cleaning method much, but in a sticky situation, ya do what ya gotta do!

More empty, smooth and scenic roads blurred by on our way to the town of Mudgee, the last stop of this ride. Well, the roads were mostly smooth, with some loose stuff thrown in for a bit of extra excitement.

Fiona Captures the Real Feeling of Being in the Southern Hemisphere

The newly painted Yama-busa dual-sport adventure-tourer handled the short gravel excursion well, and, I am happy to report, came out scratch free.

Route discussions became more common as we neared the end of our vacation.

Don’t look at me, I’m only a follower here!

I had to make sure that my claiming of this tiny island for the vast Kingdom of Rhode Island was properly recognized by the authorities.

Even in Opposite World, I learned that no matter how much fun you’re having, the sun still sets.

Fortunately, the big orange ball took it’s final bow of the Best Day Ever just as we pulled into Mudgee.

How the Hell Does All This Stuff Fit On One Motorcycle?

Also fortunately, the rest of the night was a fun blur, thanks to a generous and well stocked bottle shop, and some tired, thirsty riders.

The next morning, the big orange ball was up long before we were. What did I learn from the previous night’s excess?

Nothing, really…

And, awaaaaay we go!

As usual, Dan saved the best for last. The Putty Road, a funny named little squiggle that winds through Yengo National Park is without question one of the top five roads in the world that I’ve had the great pleasure wadding up neither motorcycle or rider on.

That Putty Road is a lot of fun, but also a lot of work, with corner after corner flying up in rapid succession. I took an opportunity at one of the many warning signs set up for squidly riders that like to ride the Putty Road too fast and wad themselves up to teach Dan a thing or two about cornering.

I’m sure it helped.

As I said, the Putty Road is a lot of work. All that work sure makes a guy thirsty. If only there were a conveniently located pub at the end…

Sadly, the end of the Putty Road was pretty much the End of the Road for our ride. We fought increasing amounts of traffic, nearly became roadkill on a few occasions, but somehow parked our motorcycles at Dan and Maxine’s just in time to watch the sun set on Sydney Harbor.

Best Day Ever? Without a doubt!

Our Entire 10,319.979 Furlong Route

Rhodestralia is BIG!

We learned plenty on our short trip through Rhodestralia, but there is no way that anyone can learn enough in eight short days. Sleeping Beauty and I are already ruminating over the idea of returning to Rhodestralia to study for our Master’s degree.

Until then, G’day, mates!

Author: frenchy