The God's of motorcycling were smiling down on this browned-off land today. It was a perfect day for it, sunny, light breeze, 23 degrees. The big G called to me and I answered that Siren call as if I had no will...
..ah fuck the poetic shite.
It's a bonza Australia Day. Perfect weather for riding, so I did. Up into the hills to Rosewood and across the top down into Tumut, my current favourite run. Little to no traffic, lots of sweepers and tight stuff too make it a GRiSO wonderland. In my opinion anyhoo.
The way up is burnt blacker than the blackest black thing. Last weeks heatwave didn't help as bushfires laid waste to almost 20,000 of acres of farmland and forest, destroying 5 homes in the process. I stopped to take a photo, but no picture I took could begin to help portray the devastation I saw. It was a sobering ride.
Then as I crossed the top of the mountain, the oddest thing happened. A blood thirsty Emu, seven feet tall if it was an inch, it's eyes the size of saucers and it's razor sharp beek glinting in the sun, raced across the road and bloody well had a go at me!
I was moving at a fair clip, luckily, because it managed to hit my left arm as our paths converged. If I was going any slower I may well have been it's victim. There were three of them, two smallish ones and I guess the big one was mummy protecting it's young. Maybe the dulcit throb of the Termignoni sounds like the mating bloop of the male Emu? I might have got lucky if I'd stopped to take a photo....
As I fled down the mountain, I flashed a warning at two bikers coming up the other way. They probably thought I was flashing 'hello'. Maybe I'll read about their untimely demise in the paper tomorrow, "Motorcyclist beaked to death by a enraged Emu".
Time for a beer.