Camp Confined Quarters to Phillip Island
20 October 2016
Final preparations
Day 9 dawned fine and sunny, although the forecast for the next couple of days was ominous. The boys amused themselves with eating, some routine, minor motorcycle maintenance and shoe cleaning. By around 0900 we were under way leaving Camp Confined Spaces in our wake.
This shot is taken very close to noroomtomove’s spread. There’s not a lot of room, as you can see.
The ride to Phillip Island was relatively uneventful. We stopped at Inverloch for lunch and to acquire some provisions for the camp. After that Pterodactyl lead us a merry dance around the scenic and entertaining Cape Paterson Road. I don’t know why, but I’m always happy to see Bass Strait.
From the ride to San Remo
By early afternoon we were far from the wilds of the Omeo Highway and buried in the thick of traffic crossing the bridge from San Remo to Phillip Island.
Soon after we were at the racetrack and hunting for the best place for Camp CB.
The main gate at the Phillip Island MotoGP circuit
Camp CB had an OK view
This is a small part of the bug collection I accumulated on this ride. Victoria is certainly competitive in bugs per square kilometre!
Event organisers the world over have developed all sorts of clever ways to gouge coin from the pockets of hapless punters. On that front, there are few more vulnerable punters that thirsty Australian motorcyclists. To buy a can of beer at Phillip Island costs around $7. To buy a slab (a box of cans) costs around $54 or a little over $2 per can. Easy you say: buy a slab. Sure, but bikes don’t have fridges and I haven’t yet figured out how to fit an eski in my camping kit. Lazy bastards solve this by taking a support car, laden with tents, generators, eskis, fridges and god knows what else to PI, but not the denizens of Camp CB. We take only what will go on a CB.
But we’re nothing if not creative and with the aid of a bag of ice, the oft-ridiculed top box finally came into its own.
Shortly after this was taken noroomtomove said ‘Givi a beer, willya?’
The usual proceedings preceded sleep.