Spin out to Mt Wilson (Bells Line) - 8 September 2002

Beautiful day for a ride, and so that is what we did.  The missus and I fired up the Duck and Cameron and my little sister jumped on the Hornet, and at about 8:30 today we headed onwards, upwards and westwards....
L Cam and the girls having just arrived at Mt Wilson.  We'd just tozen our frits off through Bilpin and the gorge and were happy to sit and sun ourselves off.

R What better thing to do while stopped, than take a pic of one of the ladies of your life??  Here she is - the wild Italian herself.  Beautiful!
L Cam's Hornet - a great looking beast, and piloted by a very capable man indeed.  While I was taking these shots (at 10:15am) the sign outside the cafe 100m back down the road mysteriously changed from a 10:30am opening to 11:00am opening.  Of course it had nothing to do with us being gnarly bikers...

R Oh well - more time to kill... click click!  Sweeet baby.
L Good lord - what was that??  Looks like a pushbike... about as fast... so where's all that blue smoke and noise coming from then eh???  This is one wild place!

R It was clear that this guy was a serious groover and he kindly whipped out a wicked left U-turn to pose proudly for us on his fine steed.
L This was a pretty mean piece of gear, pedals and all!  For a moment there I wondered if our new red Duck had been a wise purchase decision.

R Enough time for another shot of the Malvern Star before our friend blasted up the hill and onto his next quest.  Bloody marvellous.
L All this excitement had brought us up to 11:00 and so it was time to test the local culinary offerings.  (Suggestion - bring the black Amex card).

R Time for a final shot of our beasts (or was that the previous pic??) and then home via all the back roads we could fit in.
L Had to do a comparo of the old and new.  This one is the old....

R ...and as of 2 Fridays ago... this is the new.
The trip home had us weaving through the less followed roads winding through the turf growing areas west of Windsor.  A few minutes on Windsor Road and then more country back roads through to Kenthurst before Cherrybrook and Cam's place for some refreshment and our first meeting of the lovely Angie.

Another beautiful day on our bikes and one without incident.  Sydney is a hell of a great place to live and own a bike!  I'm also very grateful to have married a woman who shares my love of getting out and about - she is one lucky woman.  :)