MILD HOGS III - Day 07: Bright to Corryong
Today we hit our peak, ahem pardon the pun. Mount Buffalo was our first challenge of the morning. A challenge you ask? indeed… The road up the mountain was very tricky, tight corners, check. Awesome scenery check, gravel in the form of fine grey screenings freshly strewn awaiting the natural embedment from traffic, check!. I hate this method of road maintenance, it’s bloody dangerous to say the least. Luckily it was only the last few kays which were the worst. We shared the road with hardened cyclists, who i’m sure tackle this beast most weekends for fun, just as we do, but in slightly slower fashion. Not on the down hill though, we were over taken by these lycra clad freaks, no fear or no brains. I’ll give them props for their bravery and skill on their decent.
Our next peak was to be Mount Beauty, the name just says it all, i was so fucking amped after this magical hill climb. A perfect run with endless 45k corners, my favourite advisory sign right there. I could have played on this road all day if i had my way, but we had to be somewhere tonight, somewhere near the NSW border, no destination as yet, as it was our only day where we played it by ear and just rode where the road took us. It was a great feeling to be honest. We were getting pretty high up, pretty close to Victorias highest road. The Bogong Valley Highway. This road had recently been seeled, so we were keen to tackle a relatively new sport riding highway.
We chilled out at Falls Creek Resort with a cuppa, took some great piccies, and just sat in the sun, the weather was stunning as usual, little did we know the next day it was down to zero and Falls even had a dusting of snow! The Bogong Valley Hwy initially runs along a plateau with a dam or pond of sorts. Not sure if it’s man made or not, the surface became sketchy on the decent to the Omeo Hwy in the valley below.
the quartz content in the bitumen made it hard to see the screenings on the road, in-turn making it difficult to ride a clean line through the corners, the going was slow on the steeper sections. I’d been struggling with sore wrists from either vibrations through the bars or simply holding on too tight, the dreaded death grip. My nerves were pinching and giving me pain and numbness, the miles we’d done were taking their toll on my body, and it showed in my riding. I really had to conciously tell my self to relax the hands and arms to relieve the strain. At this stage i was asking myself the question, Had we packed in too much riding for the time we had? We pressed on northward along the Omeo Hwy, ready to tackle some dirt. Little did we know it was more like a rocky fire trail, hell on a sports bike.
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