And I took no pictures. The ride from Port Campbell to Lavers Hill ... Riding paradise!
Sweeping bends, well made roads bathed in dappled sunlight, the aroma of ecalyptas and damp undergrowth filtering through my helmet as line up the next series of seemingly endless perfection of bends. My bike is made for places like this. I barely have to change gears.
But this realy doesn't convey the moment, the feeling ...
--
Brad (From on the road)
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