Today for the first time in quite some time I was going for
a ride on my bike up to the Sunshine Coast. I did leave just after light around
7am. I was going to meet up with another friend at the Ettamogah pub. That was
my plan and I was hoping that it would not start raining as I went up.
After getting fuel for the bike, I was on my way to the
Sunshine Coast. The traffic was not what I would call very bad at all unless
you looked on the other side of the road especially coming south from the
Sunshine Coast on the north of Brisbane. It was bumper to bumper and my ride
had only slowed down in Logan and I knew it would slow around that area. I was
day dreaming, but had my mind on the job at hand as well. I was happy to be out
riding on my can am Spyder and I hadn’t been on a ride for some time due to
assignments and work.
Once I was past Brisbane I knew I had heaps of time before I
had to meet up. I was planning to head out to the Glasshouse mountains for a
look, but it was a small detour along Steve Irwin Way, which takes you past
Australia Zoo. It was very lucky I had pulled off to have a look at the town of
BeerBurrum as I really needed to use the loo. I did learn the town was a
soldier settlement after the First World War and one of many to fail. The
school was part of the historic area too, but I had seen one sign that said
Cemetery. I did consider riding my bike there, but being unsealed road I was
worried I would have problems. The lengthy walk out into the bush and it was
there I had many friends who said hello. Many little mozzies that wanted me for
one thing only and each step I moved seemed to attract more. The cemetery was
very small and had several graves. I didn’t want to stick around to feed my
many friends and we walked back to my bike with them resting their legs. Time
was getting on so I quickly gathered my stuff and locked several mozzies in my
boot.
On my way to the Glasshouse mountain lookout I stopped at
the Beerburrum train station thinking it would be something that would be
historic and wooden. My thoughts and what the station actually was are two
different things. It was a modern train station unlike something from towns
like Imbil. According to the map where the toilets were the turn off to the Glasshouse
Mountain lookout was pretty far away and I found this was not the case at all.
The turn off was just outside of town and I zoomed right up the hill. The good
news was the road was sealed and the views were spectacular, but the bad news
was I had traded in on some new friends who were big flies and March flies they
were in April. I swear one of them could have carried me off somewhere. I
headed down the mountain to the township of Glasshouse where I wanted to have
jokes lined up saying people living in Glasshouse shouldn’t throw stones. Bad I
know and the town was not that big either. At least I found my way back to the
main drag that was Steve Irwin Way.
I wanted to fill up my bike before I went to the Ettamogah
pub and the one town I liked to do this was Landsborough. One day I will have
to stop there to explore. I was asked where I put all my beer and fishing rods in
the bike and I replied with the boot. I met Paul at the pub and we chatted a
bit before heading to Marcoohydore. Two girls I did not
pick up were waiting for a ride to Bundy way up north. I already had my mozzie
freeloaders. I got to see the town a
little and also checked out the Wellness centre. I also had lunch and there was
no meat in sight. It was vegetarian and nice as well. I still miss the meat,
but I was happy for a decent meal. On the way back, Paul and I were talking to
the owner of a lovely Macaw named Jack, who had personality. She seemed to take
a shine to me and began throwing my hat and sunnies off though it never
bothered me as I thought the bird was cute. We did have another look in the
office before we headed off for another adventure.
The adventure was me wanting to ride
into Clive Palmer’s golf club and take pictures of his dinosaur. The
Palmersaurus did look really big on the golf course too and think there would
be more to keep people interested, but the whole place was quiet without Palmer
himself. After that I wanted to head home as I had a meeting that night and didn’t
want to miss it. Traffic was thick and stopped at my sweet spot where I had my
first accident. The traffic was congested going towards the Gold Coast. It was
good when it opened up again and I could zoom off. It was starting to get dark,
which was what I was worried about and my fuel light came on around Burliegh
Heads and went off again. It stayed on once I passed Coolangatta and I knew my
trip would end when I filled up at 285kms. I was home again after one long
ride. Worth it and I think I did around 500kms that day.
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