HARLEYS To Nabiac
THERE IS A PERCEPTION that adventures start with the turn of a key, untying the rope from a wharf or the first step out the door. There is a myriad of quotes regarding adventure, what it means, how to find it, how to know if you are on one. But it really starts with curiosity; a desire to learn or see somewhere new that will put you out of your comfort zone. It basically starts with an idea.
A couple of years ago I took a group of friends on a road trip to Braidwood on hired Royal Enfields. None of us had ridden an Enfield before, some had never ridden country roads, some had never been to that part of the country before: we all had something new to see, new to learn and all of were out of our comfort zones in one way or another. It turned into such an amusing road trip that it sparked the idea to make it a yearly or two-yearly boys’ weekend.
Where haven’t we been and how would we like to get there? That was the question asked over a few beers with a mate, Rod. Well, the saddle of a Harley would be a nice way to see the world. Looking at an old map: checking out the mid north coast and returning inland looks like a worthy trip, we’ve never been through parts of that before. The idea was hatched, the means and destination had been set. To save procrastination the date was set. The adventure had begun.
For the bikes, we returned to Eagle Rider Rentals at Burwood. Santina and Will gave us a great deal on the Royal Enfields previously and did the same for the Harley Davidsons on this expedition. The initial destination was
