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Club ride March 10th 2013TRANSCRIPT
RAINClub Ride March 1 0th 201 3
Peter Hubach
The long weekend ride to Donnelly River did not have the support of club members and was
cancelled. This left l ittle time to plan the club ride for March. Kim suggested that I help him put
together a route the weekend before the ride was due. The late summer weather was perfect
and Geoff volunteered to come along and record the ride detai ls on his fondleslab.
I t’s challenging to find destinations and roads within a day’s ride of Perth that have not been
visited by the club. I think we managed it with this ride to Wickepin. The name is supposed to
be of aboriginal origin, but no one knows what it means. The pre-ride took place in clear sunny
conditions. The wheat belt country desiccated and crunchy-brown after a long, hot summer.
There was a grass fire starting on the edge of Narrogin as we approached. This quickly
escalated with flames reaching about three metres high before the local fire teams got it under
control.
The day of the ride was cool and wet, a complete
change of weather from the previous few weeks.
The inclement conditions and the the general lack
of interest for the Donnelly River ride did not bode
well for a good turn out for this ride and only six
were prepared to face the drizzle at Kelmscott.
Well done Kim, Geoff, Nick K, Craig and Fred.
As the Beatles put it in Rubber Sole. . .
If the rain comes they run and hide their
heads.
They might as well be dead.
If the rain comes, if the rain comes.
When the sun shines they slip into the shade
(When the sun shines down.)
And sip their lemonade.
(When the sun shines down.)
When the sun shines, when the sun shines.
Rain, I don't mind.
Shine, the world looks fine.
I can show you that when it starts to rain,
(When the Rain comes down.)
Everything’s the same.
The dark clouds lurked over the Darl ing Scarp as we ascended into the Jarrah forest. Up past
the charcoal scarred slopes and re-built homes of the tree-changers. The forest looked grim and
grey in this weather, l ike something out of a fairy tale, wolves leering from behind the blackened
trunks. I t was a rel ief when the Brookton Highway broke through to the wheat belt. I t rained, not
enough to warrant the wet weather gear. Anyway, it wasn’t cold and the humidity meant that
riders were just as wet inside their rubberised nylon as those brave souls who had eschewed
protective clothing.
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At the turnoff to Pingelly, we stopped
to adjust clothing and empty
bladders, it was important to get that
order right. In Pingelly city centre
there was no one on the street. The
only activity was the local SES,
sweating in yel low rubber trousers as
they attempted to break in to the high
school for some emergency exercise.
Maybe that’s why there was no one
on the streets, they had all been told
to stay in doors?
The road from Pingelly to Wickepin is
rather scenic and has some lovely
stretches where some people could
ride motorcycles much faster than what
is legal ly al lowed. I t would be possible,
for example, to test the top speed of
your new Kawasaki rocket, wouldn’t it
Nick? There was also about three
kilometres of road work gravel road.
This was all straight and had a hard
packed under surface, interestingly
topped by drifts of ball bearing sized
gravel. I took Craig’s advice and rode it
faster than I would normally and it felt
much better.
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The Wickepin café provided a friendly venue
for morning tea. The young ladies were
very apologetic that the espresso coffee
machine had broken since our visit on the
pre-ride. Geoff took the opportunity to re-
assure them, for quite a long time. After
instant coffee we took solace in wandering
around Albert Facey’s house across the
road. I t was moved here in 2000. Young
Albert l ived in it with his family from 1 922 to
1 934. When we departed Wickepin, it was
raining.
A few kilometres west of Wickepin is Tarl ing
Well . This was built about 1 905 and is a
stone lined construction near a water
course. The area is much degraded and it
would have looked very different a hundred
years ago. Then, the water would have
been clear and fresh, not l ike the murky
green muck that it contains today. Despite
the rain, the much eroded creek beside the
well was not running. Somehow, the water
level in the well appeared higher than in the
creek. I t stopped raining and that was the
last rain we had on this trip, though the
weather remained determinedly grey.
As we approached Narrogin, the burnt paddock from the previous week’s fire looked bleak and
from another time. The damp stubble certainly wouldn’t burn today. The country from here to
Quindanning appeared to be exhausted from a long hot summer. I t was resting, enjoying the
change of season in quiet repose. Soon there would be winter and real, rejuvenating rain.
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There were few motorcycles outside the Quindanning pub, probably the result of the weather. At
least this meant that our meals arrived pretty quick. Fred, Nick and Craig, al l l iving in the affluent
western suburbs, decided that they didn’t want to continue with the ride which was heading back
east. They chose the Dwell ingup route back to the South West Highway. Unfortunately there
was road works on Dell Park Road which, because of the rain, was rather muddy. Fred’s new
Fire Blade and Nick’s new Kawasaki got covered in brown gunk.
The next day, Nick put the
soiled Kawasaki on front
and rear paddock stands to
give it a thorough wash.
When he removed the rear
stand, the bike rol led
forwards and lay down on
its right side, scraping the
now nicely clean exhausts
on the driveway. For some
reason, Nick didn’t take a
photo of the event.
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Kim, Geoff and I , the remaining members of the club ride, fol lowed the planned, roadwork and
mud free route through Boddington and then east, back to Pingelly, where there were sti l l no
people on the street. Up to Brookton and along the Avon Valley through Beverley and then the
top road to York. I t was late afternoon when we pulled in to The Lakes for the end of the trip.
We had ridden over 500km that day through some sombre landscapes but general ly it was good
riding weather. Craig had remarked that this was the best sort of weather for motorcycling, not
hot, not cold, not windy and not very wet. We enjoyed our ride. I t would have been good to
have more company but, as the Beatles sang in the rest of the song. . .
I can show you, I can show you.
Rain, I don't mind.
Shine, the world looks fine.
Can you hear me, that when it rains and shines,
(When it Rains and shines. )
It's just a state ofmind?
(When it rains and shines. )
Can you hear me, can you hear me?
If the rain comes they run and hide their heads.
(Rain)