I got up on Sunday morning a fair bit earlier than the couples. I contemplated taking the bike out on my own and going for a ride, but my glutes and legs were still quite sore, and I had a 350km journey home later in the day to ready myself for, so I decided to just have a cup of tea and read my book.
After a few hours the couples woke up and we cooked up and big breakfast. We then packed up the house and headed out to Manjimup to go to the truffle farm. On leaving the house I did a giant burnout in the driveway, the was so much smoke it looked like the house was on fire as we rode away.
We blasted down the 35kms to Manjimup. As we went through a little town, there were some cops behind some bushes near the road, but we spotted them in time and had no issues. We arrived at the truffle farm a few minutes before the girls and we then tasted some wine and purchased some truffle related stuff.
We then planned to go back to Bridgetown to go to the Cidery. On the way back we were taking it easy as we knew the cops were there. As Billy and I were plodding along at 110kmh in a 110kmh zone, they went past us. Nate was about 150m back and when the cops pulled him over they said he was doing 124kmh, which is bullshit, but they were being dicks as usual. So Nate met up with us at the petrol station and he was not at all impressed that he had lost 2 points and his wallet would be $150 lighter.
We sampled a few beers and ciders at the cidery in Bridgetown before heading off to meet in Harvey. Nate was cranky after the police incident and wanted to get moving. The cops had said that they couldn’t bust Me and Billy for speeding as we were too close together and the laser wouldn’t pick out a specific target, hence we rode in tight formation, with about 5m separating first from third, travelling at about 150kmh the whole way. It was a boring road, and not terribly quick as we were riding so close to each other. But it was still awesome fun as it requires so much trust between the three of us. Usually the second rider can see very little, but they know that if the leader goes, you follow. Everybody is aware of where the others will be and you just ride to your spot.
After getting a quick feed with the girls in Harvey, we continued home in formation until I split off from the guys to head home via the freeway.
When I got home my bike was filthy, my legs were killing me and I was happy to sit on the couch in the theatre and watch World Superbikes all night.
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