Mildura
8 June 2014
We thought a Sunday morning trip into the excitement of Mildura to get a decent breakfast, coffee and fuel for next day would be a good plan. Had we got ourselves organised a bit more quickly, we could have gone on a tour of the region run by the organisers of the Wintersun Rally. We didn't.
Breakfast and coffee were good; the first service station the GPS sent us to no longer existed, but the second one did.
Before going on, may I make clear that I have nothing against Harleys. None of my best friends rides one, but I'm sure some very agreeable people do. I concede that all kinds of motorcycles attract dickheads of one sort or another, but it sometimes seems the ones who gravitate to Harleys are special.
As Pterodactyl led us back to the camp, a dude on a Harley muscled past me. He looked a bit odd from the rear with his hands held high and his feet sticking way out to the side and up in the air, but he'd done a lovely job on the chrome. Then he muscled past Pterodactyl; clearly Harley riders, when present, have to lead the convoy. We came to a roundabout and our man thought he'd show the Jap crap a thing or two and gave his wrist a mighty twist. He took off quite quickly and must have been peeved to find Pterodactyl sticking to him like shit to a blanket until he gave up the race.
Courtesy of Pterodactyl, here's some photos of the speedway.
